God I hope she knows She remembers, running away, she was my girl. all mine. We were caught red handed, The world called our bluff it backed both of us down, this time you didn't want my love, protection in the night the Dark cold can she feel it now? or is she relieved. probably both. distractions seep into the mind and with the ever constant time bliping our meaning into a distorted grasp. We have love. At least I do, She does too, I think I breath short I'm not ready to die quite yet, i need her to know, to feel, to share with me on this grain as we plummet through the cosmos and time, Together.