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