Same song Different Unbearable-
tune

Dreading
Many
somethings

Except-
Clicking pieces
A Timeless Touching
Dreaming From early dawns
Hour

My lungs were not made of glass
But of mirrors
Reflecting the hollows they occupy
And my bones were not made of ashes
But if they had been
They would still be worth more than the dirt
Beating in your chest
That mine so desperately craves

It’s Thursday night and I’m
Three sheets to the wind
And screaming for you
But my voice falls flat into the toilet
And the way you look at me
Makes me feel like you wish I’d disappear
Down the drain too
Along with all my other mistakes

I trace memories the way I used to trace your lips
I hold pillows tight to my chest at night
The way I still haven't gotten to hold you
I whisper fragments of poems to myself
The way I used to whisper them in your ear
I still do all the same things I used to do
Hoping it will be enough
Until you come home again

With love as infinite
And boundless as the sea
He gave his last kiss to the shoreline
And drifted away from me

But the tide will do as the tide does
With serenity and calmness
In all that he was

Though his footprints have been washed from the sand
Do not cry, rest easy now
He's in Gods hands

He is in every rising wave
Every sea gulls cry
In every day we are brave
And in every breath the wind sighs

A wise father
A gentle brother
Returned again to the sand and water

Because what The Deep gives
It must one day take
But do not be afraid
Just know
When the currents pull
They are pulling you home