This

The hours have turned to daysyet it seems like years since you & Ifirst laid claim to this. Pain’s battered down your door& love had turned her head;, youforgot what you’d been fighting for. The summer’s almost done butkisses warm these autumn winds& tangled in the tears is laughter the sheer absurdity of this. You fell upon your kneesyour guts spilled out acrossa foreign floor but now the bells ring out the timethe time to bandage all our woundsturn our head to ocean dream upon the skythe time is nowto honour this.