Heh.

Swallow the now
And sleep to the ending
Of a dream lost to birth
And the what-could-have-beens.

Whispers of skin
The smell of her hair
And the fingers that dance
On the plains of my face.

Be what you will
But be here for me
I'll drain out your sorrow
And call it my own.

Be what you will
A lonely second more
And I'll dream of a tomorrow
Forgotten long ago.

There is a distance
Measured in breaths
Deserts empty of words
Further than despair.

My thoughts are for you
But the end is mine
And the night closes in
Drowning me in silence.

Be what you will
But be somewhere for me
For all we could have done
And all that could have been.