Chapter four

I’m terrified of loss

Even more of moving on from it

I can think of you without a flinch

Without a break in my heart

And it makes me feel horrified

In my head all I can hear is please make it break

Make it break again

It’s the only thing I have left

To hold on to.

I think I am waiting

For you to give me a sign

From the great heavens

Your Soul is resting in

But it is quiet

Yet I will always wait for it

I will forever wait for you



And as I was holding you

In my arms

Maybe you were holding me more

Then I would like to admit

The both of us knew

And none of us had said a word about it.

-the final time