Père Lachaise (Iron Ink)

Are you enjoying the winter? You always loved keeping cold Were you expecting my picture? The fading paper framed in gold Watching the wax from your candle Fall to my chest, growing wet There isn't much to hold onto But I won't let it burn out yet The last lone lingering tear It isn't here, it doesn't show When grieving a fear that has yet to be It isn't possible to let go When you leave This earth for peace Just let me be For now at least Write back to me in iron ink The apparitions of autumn Charmed me to visions of us For twenty years I have faced the truths of fate Your brilliant mind would turn to dust I write for love, write for hunger For some sweet semblance of you But on the mantle your treasures burn away Your watch still ticking fades from view The last long lingering snow It doesn't fall, it doesn't show When grieving a fear that has yet to be It isn't possible to let go When you leave this world for peace Just let me be But please Write back to me In iron ink What'd you leave here to me? Now I'm haunted Touchable memories so unwanted The velvet feel of your skin Linen kisses and sin, ashes found 1:02 on the clock plays denial and shock out aloud (over and over now) Did you receive my last letter? Did you read my last letter? Did you leave this earth with peace? Please leave me be For now at least I'll write for you In iron ink