Coming down and along, love of mine

We will always remain intertwined

Adrift in the rush of blood to our heads

And filling our guts like butterfly nets

Torn at the seam, we won't forget

And every now and again a passerby

Will remind me of you, and you of I

And knit in our hearts is all we have left

A tapestry hung of memories kept

That we can't unweave and we can't forget

Sew the fibers of our pride

Wept the current from our eyes

Empty canvas, painted white

We lead only parallel lives