You wrote so well to me, the words they fell easy
so I rolled through your slipping hand
with ink that wouldn't dry, a death that felt alive
"I'm here so you can deepen".
You wrote so well to me, I drank the words thirsty
I drank from the drying well
and when the well emptied, I left the best of me
left it there, but you couldn't tell.
When that light shined on you from way across the room
you just climbed to the window sill...
To meet the heavy moon, but it got dark too soon,
It got hard when the night got still.
You know that morning dew will always wake with you
when you're dry and your body aches
I got away too soon, I got away too soon
but I'm fine and I rest my case.