The first time that you reached out across the abyss and slipped your hand into mine, that was the first time that I ever felt connected to anything.
The years and even decades spent in existence before that first moment, every single moment of my life before I learnt of you – it all feels like a colorless dream.
You bled meaning into my life – something I had been trying to do for years.
You bled meaning into my life – When *I* hadn’t been able to do so for years..
You were the first light to reach me in what felt like millennia of darkness.
And, whatever you ask of me, I cannot refuse you,
you know that…
If I could, I would kneel before your reclining shadow, and beg you to reconsider your decision, but my words get lost in this darkness… And I don’t know how I can reach you, or if I ever will be able to again. Instead, I only remember how your skin felt against mine, and the way you’d say my name before you’d fall asleep, or the way you’d instinctively draw me closer when the winter wind would rattle your windows late at night. The way you said goodbye, the way you’d meet me when we had been separated for any longer than a day, the weight of your lips upon my forehead, the way my hand would glow in yours, the precipices you brought me down from, the Sky we shared in all its madness. I remember the sound of your voice, and the shape of your smirk and the taste of your smile. I remember things that won’t let me sleep at night, and things that won’t stop burning, and things that lay upon my heart like a Shadow that I dare not ask to leave.
it is all I have left
I am cold. And weary.
I only wanted this to last for as long as it could.
I am sorry if I have let you down
or hurt you in any way.