Darling, where do all the lost things go?
Ash may disperse itself on the surface
And vanish
But your presence remains heavy
Weighing down on my crown
A constant reminder
Of the pain I injected
Into the fragile heart
Of the one I love most.
I, too, am lost in the morning dew
Circling myself
Riding any gust of wind that’ll take me
A children’s kite -
Made to be yours
Created to crash into the mountain side
Shredded so bad
It’ll cost more to patch my wounds
Than to exchange me
Brand new
You could have at least tried
With a few strips of scotch tape
But even that was too much
For your constructed ego.
It’s not who; it’s what.
Exchange your mother’s hand-made bracelet
For a diamond sharp enough
To cut your wrists open again and again
You’re back where you started
Far before I crashed; far before you even met me
Listen Darlin,
Some things are lost forever
But others find their way back
And the ones we lose aren’t ever really gone
They find themselves
In a world different from our own
And all you can do is let go.