Who might have known, that it would come to this.

An empty life, with forlorn heartbeats,
filled with longing for your closing steps,
an embrace just begun, a sensitive song inside,
inside you  - all my grace

If I only knew how - to say your name,
how did it all become, to this?
With each passing stride, we depart
from within, each others loss.

Hold on, in our moment, still
a slow dance among the missing,
memories soon forgotten,
just...

"I breathe so easy with you..."