The Ideal Conditions For Permanence

The silence is kicking in slowly.

And if I stare at the stars long enough

Will I feel everyone I hope I've reached

Staring back?

Is it just for me?

Or is it unconditional?

There are things you've said

Laid out along my chest.

If I could I’d drag myself across long nights

To make sure you never feel alone

Even in the afterlife.

But I don't think there is one.

Maybe there’s somewhere unique

For people that see

All the fabrics and all the souls

And bring treasures to the crows

The way you do.

The way you lay it all down and pull it all out of your scars,

And place it between us

Without ever making distance

Made me feel like colours drip from above 

Instead of counting the time flowing away from us.

Last night's ink is drying up slowly

And if I stare at the sad parts only

It gets hard enough

That if I could I’d rip myself across cold nights

To make sure you never feel alone

Even in the afterlife.

It’s late and I’m scared one of us

Might get there early.

Will I find everyone I hope I've ever reached staring back?

I know they’ll let me know

It's always been…

Unconditional.