In Sickness

It's nights like this I lose focus

Where it's your closeness I crave

Phantom touch in the distance

Counting the moments we'd waste

Despite the evidence

The traces of your presence here

I'll be searching for new purpose

And they'll be questioning my motives dear

To have and to hold

Devotion or fascination?

Cloying feathers made to look like holy patrons

Where grief is the price of love

Lost is the cost of divination

In far too deep

Bruising up knees

Lifting up prayers

Fawn, Flight, then freeze

Always fighting, it's no fair

Is this the end of you and me?

It's not that I feel unworthy

That's just how indifference tastes

Shameful of you not to leave

Cruel of me to have stayed

In sickness and in health

Speak now or forever hold your peace

To have and to hold

In sickness and in health