Stranded

In effigy, we'll burn hotter than the brightest suns.

Like them, distant was all that I could be.

How do we go back to a time where no one felt real loss?

How do I invert the sands?

How can I stop the passing of these grains sifting right through you?

I could make beaches from the souls that I had lost along the way.

I never meant to sever the links that made this liaison complete.

Where will they be when I come back?

Let me just say, I had never thought to leave you for dead.