A Lover's Migration

my shoulders were blotting paper for her tears Naively I dealt with all her bad nightmares. Every day her sanity was shaken. Her grip on reality wasn't reawaken I was there attentively listening And it was all just - so exhilarating: I, being the thread that held two seams together. She wanted us to marry, you know? - Whosoever? But like birds in the sky, I can't stay, settled I yearn to fly and eventually be resettled. When the sun shines no more when seams, are torn I want to stay but have to leave love forlorn.