I can see my hand and the lack of yours
I try to recall it all without you
But it makes me feel like threading the impossible needle.
All the October photographs with oranges and yellows
I am absorbed into what she and I will be
Made of making love in the rain
And crying with the shades drawn.
We sit and stare at our faces
Bed ridden and full of us.
Studying our love as much as we can
Knowing the passing days will
Only further us to our heart.
But someday I will take you away
From all the pain that takes your breath away
Someday I will hold you so close
That you’ll see everything and nothing
And we’ll fade so far that we’ll be forever.
