The thought

The thought of letting you go brings me to tears
But you’re already gone
I would lie with you for all my years
But that’s an illusion
My love for you is endless
with every overwhelming thought
But you’re already gone

I miss every detail
Longing for your company
Could die happily
Is that an illusion?
Or am I deluded?
Diluting truth in fantasy
That we could be whole
After I burnt you
Destroyed our world

The fire’s died and the fields are scorched
Overlooking Brockley station
I’m trying my best to be patient
knowing the grass will return
It’ll take a lot of nurture
But It’ll grow