Part I

And some things go on because they're too old to stop

This is one of them

I wish I could say its enough, that this ache is all I need

Devouring the haunting light of fading day

And the words you never said – never thought to say – echo in my ears

I carry conversations with your ghost

This time I didn't run to let the sunset fill the hollow in my chest

Though it would've

And even if it runs too deep and falls too fast and it will fade, with time

That time hasn't come yet

So pass me by and love me with your silence as the wind whispers a sugared name

And I'll watch the clouds and lose myself in fire