It comes with the song
The melancholy air
The reminder that I am loosing
wasting away with the passing of the wind
the distance getting longer
That I cannot reach you
The song that played while we wrestled the sheets
Moments when we finished each others sentences
And the memory lingers
The past haunts me
That I shouldn't have let go
Abandoned your touch
How you made me feel alive
That I shouldn't have destroyed us
How I burnt for you
I still do
Bright orange at the sight of you
That You were ice
The water,
The thing that could cool the fire in me
conceiving snow flakes on Sunday afternoons
letting some green grow on Thursday nights
I shouldn't have let go
I am calling
I am sorry
I shouldn't have let go