Many miles tear us apart,
and though we knew it from the start
we hurt and bleed and seek escape
and thoughts of We keep us awake.
I dream of you, but wake to none,
to talk all day – that was the plan,
but time wears down your lovely face,
and in my mind leaves but a trace.
‘Cause I still choke on restless hope,
your words not able to evoke
the scent of flowers in your hair,
the lovely cross I had to bear.