At The End Of The Day

My lungs are empty and i’m trapped beneath ice and snow, where my words are spoken through broken teeth that chatter. So shatter my frozen heart; watch these bones as they fall apart. We’ll stand as tall as mountains, with our arms reaching towards the west. We’ll talk of love and all that fuels us and find the courage to scream: “Bury me with the great ships at the bottom of the sea and let these waves wash over us so we can finally see that we are not alone. There’s so much more for us; despite the distance, we’re still one at heart.” I’m afraid of the future but I have sutures to mend our broken hearts.