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There are clouds above the mourning star,
Snow falling on my every unseen scar.
Tasting of sorrow, nobody is coming through the door,
Though it’s open for you like it always was before.
And my heart is itching to tell you about this ache
While you tell me I am filled with hate.

And strangers will never forgive me if I stop breathing now,
There is the phantom of a kiss that never came on my brow
I can feel it burning my skin like something that really was there.
I want to lie beside you and run my fingers through your hair
While we watch one last episode of our favorite show,
And for the millionth last time I want to beg you never to go.
I’ll take a cage over anything else if its all you can afford,
As long as it means your presence here is my eternal reward.

And you can read me like the song of a god’s epitaph.
And I think someone’s prayers were answered on my behalf,
For I saw you just now for a moment and I felt like I truly was free,
As you took all the chords and left just the words for me.
My body became a confession as I fell in love again,
And I heard them with a resounding accord of “amen.”

There are scars that cannot be seen,
For everything that never has been.
And I’m still living in the light of what could be
If only you would come back home to me.
And the lock is never locked on you anyway,
And is that enough to make you stay?


© 2021 Marten Hoyle