id wait for you until the end of time

id wait until moss takes my bones and grave

my patience is my cell, my love my crime

waiting to thank you for the love you gave

my bones will whisper to the gnats and say

“i hope one day you find a love like mine”

the bugs will hiss and sigh, and crawl away

i miss them as the rot destroys the shrine

and oh i know one day you will return

the winds carry you home by your decree

i built this shrine to show you how i yearn

and yet i fear you won’t see it is me

i hope you laugh and grace me with your smile

please sit and rest with my old bones awhile