I read them over and over... Those few words you said to me. They almost seemed to be enough, but for how long would it hold me over? Is it enough to keep the thought of you alive in the back of my mind or enough to keep the thought of us a distant memory of something that never came to past? I read them over and over again; Those words. Forward and backward... All saying the same things. You are glad I'm here and you know I'll stay. Yet you keep floating away. What's to happen next seems deadly complex when they're truthfully simple. So simple just for you to say I want to stay. I want to stay forever until I no longer can. I want to hold on to you forevermore...until my bones themselves desiccate. And I'd reply saying to you I’ll hold on like I once did when the mere thought of you was enough. Like I did those words I once read over and over; forward and backward.