My substance-fueled breathing comes slower now.
As the chemicals fade from my lungs,
Your voice grows ever faint.
I'm gasping your name but you cannot hear me now.

I am so desperate to reclaim the piece of us that we built into the clouds,
I may find my own wings dwelling on yours.
Why did you leave me behind?

But where is your heaven?
I've been on my way to you 28 days;
I keep getting turned around.
I promise I will find you.
Wait for me.

december 3rd, 2014.