Precursor

Hey there.

I am nothing but a
Bruised sword sheath
Without you.
When I try to speak,
Broken phrases
From tragic love songs.

Arms extend
Hold my shell above water.
But I still can't breathe,
No, not anymore.

I am stripped of my voice,
And it will be a long long time
Before I can find the words again.

Until then,
I want you to know
That every day
I call out your name
At least five times,
Even if it's only
A whisper.

That the most terrifying minutes
lay in the five to twenty
before I fall asleep.

The depth of your grey eyes
Still consumes me
And won't let me rest
Any longer.

I'll find those words for you my love.
Until then, please,
Take these teardrops.
They're too heavy,
And they're all for you.