Detachment Is the ultimate form of ecstasy, Or so it is said. To cut loose the veins that thread From eye to heart and hand From child to father Through plots of earth Across memories And gardens And cities And lands
To exist alone An island Strong And eternal.
Tied only to the whims of God.
But my love,
I cannot
I cannot
I cannot
Here in the gently, Drifting dark I cannot feel where my breath ends, And yours,
It starts.
You have fed my soul like music
And I will starve without you.
If only we were vampires, I would still love you every single day with the desperation of mortality.