With her "free"
does that mean that there won't be an ""us"" anymore?

Will holding your frail warmth to my chest become hollow, the worst kind of acting, with monotone lines and lifeless movement?

I am willing to act, I will be what is required of me even if my heart twists and squeezes in those rare moments when my brain is resting.

Because it always goes back to you.

....

There is the chance that through her, you'll understand.

And I'm not asking you to change because you won't, not for me.

Just have mercy on me, be kind. I don't deserve it but if you are who I hope you are, who I know you CAN be...
please have mercy on something that is already so, so broken.

I couldn't hold your hand in mine, nor were you physical or even ours to have.

Your smile lit up every room with gentle, mischievous moonlight.

I was less alone but now you're gone from our sight and we have nothing but crumbs to love you with.