your words
I felt the emotions in your ink
that you were going out of reach
the farther the distant
to keep with the emotions of us
so I am afraid of what we may become
to reply to this letter
I know it will be the last
I don't know-how
But I have to face it
Too late to fight
far away from here
you letter feels alive
I'll hold on yo what's left
is enough to take me through the day