I am trying to tell you
The world is beautiful
That you have forgotten something very important
Like quiet mornings
And the smell of a home cooked meal
Light traffic
And the wind against your face
You live in a land of
Hypothetical myths
Contained in scenes set in libraries
The idea of heaven
Does not mean there are things in this world you could never bring yourself to love
Heaven is a place of all your favourite things on Earth

I tell you my body is loosening at its seams
I feel my youth leaving me
Was it your doing or was it fate's?
I was once as gold as honey
The same gold as wildfire
I am a book
Whose pages your have read over and over again

When I wished for us upon a shooting star,
I wonder where it went?
Do you know what a shooting star is?
A clump of dust
That's all that falls from the sky
But dust gives birth to trees
Do you remember the trunks we carved our names into?
I wish we had held onto eachother the way the roots of those trees held onto the ground
Our names, once a lover's poem
Became nouns decorated into bark