I ache for your words, you touch,
A sign that says I’m your love,
Your dream, the reason why you get up,
Take a stand and face the world.
If things are supposed to be such,
They are not.
And I should go, I know.
But I am not that strong.
I’m just a whisper
In your storm, a drop
In your sea, and I wish
I could walk away
From the coldness of your being.
And then on those days
You become the sun,
Bathing me in your warmth
And all the pain melts away
By a single act of love.
And then you are gone.
Here, yet so far, that
You would be closer were you a star.
But you are my moon peeking through the night,
Barely visible, completely unreachable, but there,
Almost there, for this heart, surviving
Out of the dew of love left from the
Last time you acknowledge me as
Part of your life.
And I wish I could go.
But what’s a drop without the ocean?
A whisper without the storm?
Your pale face shines in your night of cold.
And against all odds, my crazy, weak heart, holds on.