On sheets of stone you turn away
I watch you in the dark of day
and at the rise of the moon
I watch the mirror and wait for noon

These whiskers grow as you breathe
but neither of us fall asleep
Shadows long and minutes longer
wait for hope but wills seem stronger

A whisper choked in swallowed tears
Is this the end to all these years?
Is this the hell that love was fashioned for?
Can we find a reason anymore?

I claw against the frozen air
Your anguish is a deep despair
I draw one breath so far within
and with one word I dare begin

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