I inhale deeply, this cold air around me.
The light from the sun is red in my closed eyes...

Rain runs down the headstone.
Small rivulets trail down across...

Your hands still hurt,
As though with fingers burnt...

The air is cold, and bites at my face.
Each step is a fight, and a goal...

The day is gray, and I am bored.
I close my eyes, and inhale slowly...

The wings are broken, and useless.
Your so familiar freedom is gone...forever...

I take you in my arms,
and hold you against me...

Sometimes, I just can't...
tell you...enough...

The hands move across
the face of the clock...

I taste blood...
on the edge of my lips...

I have pictures of you.
Here, and there, and everywhere...

I kissed you the other night.
You were asleep, and peaceful...