It comes with the song
The melancholy air
That feeds my lungs
The reminder that I am loosing
wasting away with the passing of the wind
That I cannot reach you
And the memory lingers still
The past haunts me
When im alone in the dark it whispers
That I shouldn't have let go
Abandoned your touch
Forsaken your kisses
It then justifies
How you made me feel alive
I shouldn't have destroyed us
How I burnt for you
That I still do
Bright orange at the sight of you
That You were ice
Sugar, spice and everything nice,
The water,
The thing that cooled the fire in me
conceiving snow flakes on Sunday afternoons
letting some green grow on Thursday nights
Breathing next to you on Monday mornings
I shouldn't have let go
If I call,
Will you be here?
Will you come?