Even

I will always wonder where you went.
I will always care.
Even when our lives are bent.

I will always write my letters to you.
I will always share.
My letters your eyes never be able to pursue

I will always wonder where you went
I will always care
Even if my letters stay here unsent

All that breaks

 Sometimes it is just me, setting up myself for a pain unreal. I dont think I could have ever told him, whenever I closed my eyes. Did not even matter if I kept them open anymore. Could not even admit this to myself.

My mind, my wild thoughts - they travel far away into his arms.
Sometimes I do not even notice anymore, until I am all awake.
Yet if I seem to find nothing else to hold down on to, just one little reason why I stay here. Even when I know all the good times are gone, I will let my mind wander. Seeking far away for a feeling lost, until I break again. It was just me that let it all slip away. Yet still I hope maybe...
Maybe...
Just maybe for one real thing.