You've put it in my mouth before I could ever open it; choked me and I wasn't even hungry for this. What can I possibly do for you that would so much as satisfy your own? There was a time I felt heat in your breath as our hearts warmed us, I feel this no longer, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for what I have become, what you have become, but most importantly; what we have not. Perhaps you can still remember the times it was only of two, when we depended on only two. This is what I remember and refuse to forget, hoping it will one day return to the surface.
The thickness of time and overlap of replays has set apart me and you and I can't seem to find my way back. Maybe iv willed myself to give up at a point where you have willed yourself to forget. Do you not remember how the blood in your body, same as the blood in mine, ran like water and with a force that controls you. Controls your hands and the soul you are so powerfully driven with, to expose this in the only way we know how. That was your life once, I think you needed it.
I too, need this, can you not see the fire in my step and no heed to the burning of my own soul? So strangely resembling what you have lost. You tell me I'm carried away. Yes I'm carried away, who says this is a bad thing? I fall hard and plummet letting myself be wrapped up. I allow myself to cut up and crash. I do it for the time I get to spend falling, perhaps one day I will finally learn to fly.
There is no more trust hear between you and I. That, I am sorry for, but I do not regret any of it. This is the breath of the lungs you gave to me, the touch in my fingers you taught me, and the beauty in my eyes you showed me. It will remain because we need it, I miss you, I can only wait for you to turn around.