to, and from

a view before the glass plane the sun bears her love upon your face your tears are necessary for me to swallow as one day, my name will bear not love, but grief, and, i fear. . . that will starve you of life – by sorrow. my journey nears an end beyond belief and i cannot venture any more with you our hands will once be un-intertwined life shattered – as fragile as glass by the reaper’s gentle breathe your grief flows– rapid, destructive, serene, idyllic leaving you wake in such pain. . . everything we have built over such a short span of time can be built again. i cannot stop you from caring, even if i tried like a stormed statue, still and sopped the drops fueled by mine end, there is only one thing i can possibly ask easy and simple, if you can bear think of me once in a while, my love, take care