Dear Lover,
Is it too late to tell you I loved you?
Held you?
Needed you, regretted you,
Since the first time, I met you?
It was like they say,
The writing was on the walls
And my walls talk about how you were there and gone.
My ghost haunting the halls with calls that don't come, from my lover
Is it really done?
Because my body remembers
Like a veil covering and I haven't seen the sun in months.
But it's not winter.
And you're in a colder place.
I don't even want to touch your face.
Yet, my hands reach out,
My legs ache,
I don't even want to talk about that other space.
They know you.
I try to say he's gone away
But they keep telling me to pray,
So, down on my knees
I speak to my goddess.
Telling her,
I swear one day
You'll know why
I love you this way.
