Still waiting for the healer,
for the day when I can hear your name,
think of you,
and not feel my heart, bewitched, freeze,
waiting for time to take you.

Can't let go.

I don't want to give you up,
even though you're so

far away

and I can't keep you.
You're not mine. You belong
to a realm beyond this,
shaking off mortal love
and promises.

I want to set you aside,
frame you in silver and
make you let go.
Relinquish the hold around my heart,
stop

Seizing me.
You contort me,
wound me and I can't bleed
you away;
you shadow me until
something shows me your name,
your words,
your loves and hates,

and I spill open,
but I can't scream at you.
Who killed you, lover?
and

Why? Did it have to be
like this? Was there no
other way to face the future?
Or were you too in love with fate
to break her heart

the way you broke mine?

I could ask you to come back,
to start again,
to forgive me and forgive you
and share that first flicker again.

You can't come back,
and I miss you
still.