12You never hold my hand in winter
I just lie here intertwined with your memory
as I inhale reality and exhale our dreams
you were my oxygen
(I still remember where you traced your initials along my veins)
but now you're gone
my heart lives 2168 miles away
and we just get further from where we wanted to be
(please, take my hand
I'm so cold)
I can't drown you in amber liquid and green glass bottles
because I'm always sober by sunrise
and the harsh morning light reminds me of the nights
that I slept in your arms under the stars
we'd watch as the darkness faded into a brand new day
and every second I spent with you
was a glimpse of an eternity that only seems real in dreams
(maybe that's all it will ever be
the last grain of sand in our hourglass
that became goodbye too soon)
Authors Note: I hate the distance. It just keeps on growing. This was never how it was meant to be. He's still there, I'm still here, and we're both still waiting for something to change.