To: Derick
I just cant find the way...
When kisses fade,
when love drifts into hibernation...
My hands upon yours,
upon you...
To be honest, you
left me behind...
She called me Red -
When the world collapsed...
It's easier to think
of nothing...
Relationships like pages, where most begin blank
And start at the first page of the book...
She pours herself
like rain into absence...
I’m glad we met,
under no grand sign...
She told me she would write a story
About the love we share...
who do i complain
to about all these breadcrumbs...
Our signatures were written, left on the sand
The day that we walked, both hand in hand...