At times I feel this growing distance between us,
this wind blowing our frail souls apart
as our bodies lay silent beside each other
fingers grazing cheeks and bones
and I don’t know how to save us.

How can I say that I want to tie
the fingertips of our souls together
so tight that no matter how hard we tug
your palm will remain pressed against mine?

You can hold me beneath the city lights
until I’m choking on your breath
but the wind will still blow
and we’ll keep digging our feet deeper
until we can’t recognize where our souls have gone.