All I have left now
Is this handful of stars
They rain down on me
And I catch them
Fast
And I lie here
On this concrete floor
Searching the abyss
For something more
For remnants of your face
And the soul I’ve
Grown so much
To miss
And I cannot help
But wonder if
You’ve looked at the same specks
Whilst you’re busy, busy
Skyward dreaming, in a country I can’t reach –
Forgive me
Babe
I’m just remembering the days
When the entire universe was ours
And we didn’t hold it tight enough
In our drunken teenage palms.
Lucky for me,
And luckier for you,
At least we’ll always
Share the moon.
I think you’re work is breathtaking. That’s what I think.
The image is really beautiful! :)
Reblogged this on Letters to G and commented:
Love this. “…at least we’ll always share the moon”