An Open Letter

To my dearest
It is almost like we've died
entwined in that way we are.
our voices,
our touch,
our lips are searching 
for answers
to questions not asked.
It is not
a belief in dreams.
It is not 
a refusal to accept.
It is a refusal
 to let go.
And words written 
over time only serve to paint these days
a clearer shade of black.

Now a dying wave on a shallow sea.
Now a dying wave on a shallow sea.See, 
our lives fade apart to converge
only in my darker hours,
only in my saddest hours...
Take these words 
pulled from me 
tied to you.
Destroyed,
Destroyed,
Destroyed,
Destroyed.
Yours Always.
Always