The Tower of Babel (Losing You)

We spoke in tongues.
The kind that,
Only two entwined souls,
Made upon Gods image,
Could only understand.

We became fluent that way.
In the art,
Of only each others love.
But somehow...
At the same time,
I felt like a foreigner,
Inside of my own body.

It was as if,
Every single part of me,
Molded into you.

But, my love...
When you left me,
On that fateful day;
It felt like the God's cursed me...
Into a cruel punishment,
In which I could not understand.

For he burned down my ivory tower,
Turning everything that we once were,
Into some devastating, prophetic warning.

In a way, we became...
The Tower of Babel;
All over again.

(And now, you don't even know me...)