song by Troubled Coast
I heard your name, I found your letter from december last year and though it was really more a poem and you didn't ask, here's my reply I've been calling you and now i'm wondering if it's you who's calling me and I'm to blame but all negligence aside
it's been a waiting game, a slow withdraw from grace and i hope your sleeping better, I'm finding ease in the cold, in the still out in the woods just slightly east of here, just west of there you told me there's a place you go where you feel most alone
why are you here again when I let you go?
young and frail, woke up fucked again.
june in the trees, you on my mind, courage to feel it all
I'm still writing you, I'm still thinking of the airport just south of here I let you walk to in the rain to run from the world and hide from the past in the fog and the grey, quiet still, moving slow
was I a thousand feet below? were you a thousand miles gone? so many pieces left behind not one simple reply
we move to stay whole