The Blood & The Bones

I keep forgetting where you end and I begin and the blood and the bones in between.
And you’d think I’d of let go by now since I haven’t seen your face in more days than I can count.
And yet I see it every night when I’m asleep.
But, maybe that’s where the we that we were lives. Somewhere in that place, in that space, in that world of make believe.
Yes, the me that was me with the you that was you and what we were and who we’d become and who we’d been.
And maybe the us that I knew lives on there forever or maybe the there that holds what we were together was really only ever just a dream.

LL
the blood & the bones