I told you I needed to see the world,
Savour life while I was young,
You smiled and waved and wished me luck,
“I’ll wait for your return.”
So I set sail on a wooden crate, hope acting as my oar,
Carried by waves towards the sun,
As you faded with the shore.
I fell in love with burning stars,
Night after cloudless night,
And every morning my heart would sink,
Without your warm eyes meeting mine.
So I wrote you a letter for every day,
I dreamt alone at night
It filled the empty void you left,
As I crossed the oceans wide.
I would tell you of the bright-eyed boy,
Whose laugh was just like yours,
Or the field of daisies in which I lay,
As the sunset warmed my soul.
I wrote down all the little things,
That brought me back to you,
And every night I spoke to the stars,
Hoping you were speaking too.
I drew pictures of the misty peaks,
Standing proud against the sky,
I told you how I felt so small,
And hoped that you were doing fine.
In strangers lands I wandered till,
My feet bled to the soil,
Then I would sit on beds of grass,
And tell you about it all.
Months had passed, perhaps years since,
Your arms had warmed my skin,
So I packed my bags and made my way,
To where my heart had been.
I clambered over mountains high,
Crawled through valleys low,
Till I set foot on native soil,
And waited by your door.
I waited till the stars came out,
To be covered by the clouds,
I waited till they disappeared,
And the sun came beating down.
I called your name for hours on end,
Whispered a broken prayer,
Until a pair of pitying eyes,
Told me you were no longer there.
You tried to wait, I was informed,
But your demons grew too strong,
You fought your battles in silence till,
They convinced you I had gone.
Piece by piece you ripped me out,
Until I was no more,
Than a faded imprint of what could have been,
And then you locked your door.
I wrote a letter for every day,
I wished you by my side.
But now you’re gone and they have won,
So I’ll leave them here to die.