I wanted to give you words that you could bite into
Feel the sweetness on your tongue and maybe a little saltiness in your eyes
I wanted to tell you that you are a good friend
And somehow find the right words to match the logs you place in my stomach and light on fire
Just so I can feel the warmth in my heart

The world did not give you to me
But I hope you know that you do belong
We held hands together in the dark
We saw ghosts by the light of the lighthouse
But none as scary as the ones we both carry
In the back of our skulls
We are more than coffee *** friends
But we do not cry whisky tears
And old souls have a habit of finding each other
Even as they wait, laying on the floor, almost patiently, for the sun to rise