As the sun comes in through the cracks
Your eyes tell me that I’m not alone
They capture me in rapture and bliss
And yet I fear what you might hold inside
You could up and leave without notice
And I’d be crushed into bitter despair
You have infinitely leant me a shoulder
And my muffled cries continue to soak in you
My story is not fully told but without you in it,
My story serves no purpose
You stand on a street corner without any life
And I only blame myself for sucking it from you
These days are numbered; the nights are few
Your breath comes in more slowly
You’re hollow lips are cracking
The sun is staring dangerously now
Blinding my fear and clouding you with mystery
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