A pillow won't suffice
To close the space between my arms,
The void in my chest.
The length of my outstretched arms
Won't span the gap between you and I.
Won't reach the distance.
Fill the space.
The distance, so far from you and I
At any moment, any given moment.
When I am holding pillows and not hearts.
My arms can't reach the distance,
Pillows can't fill the void in my chest,
Warm the winter's frost,
But you do.
Always you, you in my heart,
In my eyes and in my veins.
My arms can't span the gap
But, I've never felt so close.
So near to touch, to be. So far.
My arms can't reach through the space
But to be in yours, to be in mine.
To be with me, around you. For us.
Gentle lady, do not sing
Sad songs about the end of love;
Lay aside sadness and sing
How love that passes is enough.
Sing about the long deep sleep
Of lovers that are dead, and how
In the grave all love shall sleep:
Love is aweary now.
— The End —