There is a time to let go;
to slice the cords binding the soul.
Though they hum with live desire,
then biting, sting with a venomed fire.
We drew energy from a shared breath;
pledged our love to reach past death,
but when we stayed closed in together,
the storms burst out in clashing weather.
There is a point to let go,
but now I can’t, for I know
you’re in my blood, a part of me
to my heart, you hold the key.