Until

two fathoms late and
i'm crying for you,
screaming and bawling and
writhing for you-
walking hundreds and hundreds of
miles for you,
climbing the mountains and
sighing for you.
your eyes, in the clouds,
don't recognize my tracks are
all over the earth
and i can't relax until
you're seeing through my
eyes again,
realize they weren't all lies again-
'til you're here, not letting me

                                         die again