A New York City sofa
And a bed in Saratoga
A mat that's made for yoga
In the back of my Toyota
All of these are places
Where I held you in my arm
Muttering small phrases
Like ill never do you harm
Faces touching faces
My mind opens like a barn
But with my feelings you were playing
Like apiece if broken yarn
Despite all of miles
And the pa**ing by of time
I still see your eyes
Whenever I close mine
Believe me I was ready
To let go and go to sea
But that letter that you sent me
Left me washed up on the beach
My head was staying steady
But my neck was growing week
I ran til I was breathing heavy
Unable to speak
I think back now
To the words I left unspoken
And I feel myself drown
In the words on which I'm choking
You were like a lighthouse
At the end of open ocean
I never thought that somehow
Both out hearts would end up broken
Your tears are on my shoulder
There reminding me to miss
The hand behind the holder
And the lips behind the kiss
My soul is getting colder
As I drift through the abyss
We both are growing older
Throwing words
Into the dark-ness