8.16.20

For even in my dreams, I always find my way back to you.

I never worried when I would see you again. 

although the fear of the world tearing us apart kept me awake,

I never worried when I would see you again. 

even through the heartaches.

 

you’re there…and I’m here.

all that proved you even existed is gone. 

even the memories of you disappeared. 

remnants are all I have, 

tell me, my love, how must I carry on? 

 

I didn’t want to tell you

that I needed you more than you needed me. 

like glass, I felt see-through. 

 

I never worried when I would see you again.

for even in my dreams, 

I always find my way back to you.