You won't believe me
when you feel so alone
you are no longer real,
wandering alone,
looking for a beating heart
in all the most dangerous places.
You won't believe me
when the time comes
when you look up at nothing
in the white winter sky
and decide that it's not enough.
You won't believe me
though I have been listening
to your exhales and inhales;
watching your vital signs
like I'm watching for flares
to tell me, 'it's time'.
Do not underestimate
how fast my car can drive
I promise you, I will not.
Not even in death will we part
I'll be there with you
when the bridge in your sky
whispers 'follow me'.
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