Weaver

Will we see each other again?

I’m sorry if I messed up.

It’s just that on dotted lines I change my last name,

In every three stitches I see your frame, 

In everything I see your face,

And I’ll always feel the same.

Can we see each other again?

I’m sorry I fell in love.

It’s just that in every thought, you weave your way

In every life I see your name,

In every sleep I long for the day,

Can you say my name?

In every single word I write, 

It echoes your name. 

Can we talk again?

I’m sorry I confessed love.

It’s just that you, me, us is my favorite triad

And it comes out in every time I get sad,

The thought that I might die by someone else’s side,

In nights of deep thought, it’s your name I cry.

Weaver, can we talk again?

I’m sorry I still love.

It’s just that in every song I hear your name,

At the bottom of every can I see your face,

Every moment I still embrace,

Forever feel the same.

Weaver, I’m sorry.