You have to know I'm going
to leave you one day.

It might be somewhere in night
snowfall where the quiet hush resembles
the earth breathing softly like when
you would keep me for so long inside,
one final clasp of velvet fire as if to let me
know a part of me will always remain there,
handing over the last secret I have,
there will be no coming back.

All the old familiar places
where it still always hurts
eventually has to move on,
has to make something
else out of these pangs.

And the end came screaming
through from another life,
we lost everyone that night,
we were both alone there
when the stars burst and every
promise became something more
than just our last words,
it became a blood oath.

So if the arrow still hurts you
just always remember that
I'm the one it first pierced through.

And you have to know I'm going
to leave you one day.

It might be where we saw the fall,
not autumn but something more primal,
a violence too sudden and celestial
where the earth doesn't breathe
because we're somewhere colder where
the stars rip apart as beautiful rainbows
that could no longer remain tethered.

All the old familiar places
where it will always hurt
eventually have to move on,
have to make something else
out of these pangs.

And the end was too quiet after a hush
beyond moving through each other,
the glow of another life flickering
across the dim planetary coasts
when the promise we made became
the final traces of a blood oath.

And you'll know that when
I have to finally leave you.

So if the arrow still hurts you
just always remember that
I'm the one it first pierced through.