Words to summon, and words to forget. Words as way of apologies, and words to bridge the gap. Words for broken lovers, and words for lovers that still love even though love never seems enough. These words, they drift around like memories and leaves. These words, they reach out and touch your face while you sleep, and even though we don’t speak, each and every one is for you. Time passes and days fall. Time becomes fiction and fiction becomes truth. Down so many lonely roads, we still walk, hand in hand in search of the light. Down so many roads that have no name, we still seek each other out, and although we keep our secrets, such secrets the two of us know all too well. The desire not to be alone, and the desire to block things out. The thirst for a soothing drink, and the thirst for someone to keep us from picking at the holes. Faces come and go. Emotions shine then dissolve like painkillers in a paper cup. Things stay the same, and although we wish for change, nothing ever changes. Not really. And so here come more words. More words to keep you safe, and more words to ease the pain we can never seem to shake. Sometimes, while the world dozes and I’m still awake, I write down a few lines and put them in a poem. A poem for you. A poem for us. A poem that means these hours won’t go quietly. That these moments of delicate beauty won’t have been for nothing. It won’t change the world, but such acts are born of love, and this love is all we’ve got until we’re nothing but dust.