The pen scratches vellum paper and the words flow.
Ink stained fingers dreaming up this letter to you.
Your love lingers in the shades of a grey morning.
Sentence escapes in the mist.
The pictures of home swallowed by a narrow margin.
Delusions creeping upon me, I'm shaded.
The subtlety of time makes everything clearer.
Clawing to my chains, squirming with my agony.
Scared of never seeing you again.
But I never knew you anyway.
It could have been so different
It just never happened that way.
Have I told you about the magpie, my only friend.
Have you heard about the tears and the nights in the rain.
And I want you to know, I want you by my side.
I could have helped you find a way back into this world.
If I ever face this world, we'll be together.
This is for you to know. This is for you to feel.
The subtlety of time makes everything clearer.
Clawing to my chains, squirming with my agony.
Scared of never seeing you again.
But I never knew you anyway.
It could have been so different
It just never happened that way.
The sun is setting, leaving me no sanctuary.
And I can't stand another night like this.
Tomorrow I will follow my friend among the trees.
My final letter, I will write it down for you.
Keep it with your poems because they were all true.
Just so you know, you didn't get here in time.
Have I told you about the magpie, my only friend.
Have you heard about the tears and the nights in the rain.
And I want you to know, I want you by my side.
I could have helped you find a way back into this world.
If I ever face this world, we'll be together.
This is for you to know. This is for you to feel.