Months after the fact
And very little is changing
With flowing love still in tact
And the hurt in my heart churning

As at nightfall, the sky stays black
For hours and hours at a time
Such blackness my soul doesn't lack
In these tall months I slowly climb

And the months continue to stack
Upon my unchanging state
Until my collar bone, under your ghostly touch, cracks
Of such is my burdened fate