So I carved your name on a candle, mine upon another. Tied twine betwixt our wicks and set us alight. Watched as all contact, connection, link, and bond was destroyed. And the noose around our necks broke. And every trace of us burned from mind and memory. Back to ash and dust.
Id cry too, Cry for me, Cry for you, Cry every time you see the color blue. Cry alone in bed, Cry each night after the prayers that are said. Fill a bucket full of tears, Those aren’t yours anymore, Give them here.