It’s nearly a decade of night
how loving should have brought the light.
I lost my direction and flow
of how the road tastes sweet but slow.
Nothing has changed about this eternities sight.
Time has worn the cape of a snail,
taking long memoirs by its tail.
Healing does not follow pages,
it uses the doors and stages
Nearly a decade I’ve been waiting for the mail
Yes, she will never come to me,
I know that what will be, will be.
The sun will still remain the same
The moon will never change its name.
I will continue to love until I am free.