The line where land meets the
horizon is loveliest at night...

Will we find each other when our worlds grow cold?
lost between the there and now...

This city looks different in the cover of night
No longer crowded with shoving strangers...

We are broken in different ways
But the hurt feels similar, not quite the same...

Nine years later and it feels the same,
The rhythm in my chest when I see your name...

There’s a lot of places I thought I’d
see before I ever saw this year...

2am in the back of the car
Windows down, we’ve not made it very far...

Most days are tainted with silent tears,
The world again stained in technicolor pain...

The clouds stalk the meadow leisurely
The skies changing into a deep, violent gray...

Your silhouette’s outlined in the doorframe,
backlit by the television still flickering...

My bed feels colder now since the day he left
I try my best to keep myself warm on my own...

Your gun had ammunition.
I heard it fire; I felt it pierce my chest...