Captured chills
release their patten of ice light shows
against my skin.

desolate and alone,
could my heart call yours home?
sometimes

in these sheets I try
to lay not lie
but it is difficult I find,
to be honest about my mind

I watched the stars from a
mile away
and it feels as if
I'm only pulling on what's left of yesterday

Yet,
keep treading
on these open waters
for you are too valuable not to spare

But if you shall sink,
like a rusted anchor
in the deep
know I'm already there.