Like a limb tore from a body sinew and bone, Souls once entwined Wrenched apart— Only left behind, The phantom reflex, The hollow ache, Of what they were, Of what once was.
You don't have to search anymore It’s okay, I’ll be your company As we’ll be dreaming under different skies Cloud nine resting , still, we can settle, My embrace will be your home, Your eyes will ground me This feeling, our only battle