your blood was my own,
excluding your hair.
a simple exchange,
of our words, subtle care.
i feel far apart,
in my room i remain,
remembering memories,
writing in shame.
your rock on my back,
on a mountain to climb.
missing the company,
washed from our lives.

oh love
what
is
your query
that
i
want
to
break bread
with
thee

You look at the sky while I look at you
You see all the stars
And I see them too
But for the most part I only see you