An Open Letter

To my dearest
It is almost like we've died
entwined in that way we are.
our voices,
our touch,
our lips are searching
for answers
to questions not asked.
It is not
a belief in dreams.
It is not
a refusal to accept.
It is a refusal
to let go.
And words written
over time only serve to paint these days
a clearer shade of black.

Now a dying wave on a shallow sea.
Now a dying wave on a shallow sea.See,
our lives fade apart to converge
only in my darker hours,
only in my saddest hours...
Take these words
pulled from me
tied to you.
Destroyed,
Destroyed,
Destroyed,
Destroyed.
Yours Always.
Always