you say it was never love
now that it is gone
must you call it something else
simply because it is no longer there?

in the pinnacle of my dreams
it seemed I could love you enough
for the both of us

I want to be forgiven;
I don't even know for what
and I don't really care
by who
I just want to be
forgiven

to my therapist:
if i could believe
everything that i understand
or know to be true
i would not be sitting in front of you

the words felt foreign on my tongue
before they melted me
into oblivion;
poisoning my soul
of all things desired
but never known

always at the edge
of taking flight;
not knowing you would fall-
or simply not believing it
my lovely Icarus,
taking to the sky
tell me you'll return
indulge me one more lie

let me play you the symphony of grief
with the rhythm of breaths you will never take
and a chorus of your final words
telling me that you love me

let me play you the symphony of grief
your melodic union with gravity,
in harmony with my desperate pleas
begging Him to let me follow you

let me play you the symphony of grief
as they pulled me from your embrace
to the beat of my breaking soul
that our promise could not be kept

let me play you the symphony of grief
hear the echoes of our laughter
matching the tune of the sirens
come to collect your lifeless body

let me play you the symphony of grief
drowned in this deafening silence
made of all the feelings left unguessed
and filled with words still unconfessed