Song: To Build a Home
Our friendship.
You’re gone.
Our first road trip to Los Angeles.
You’re gone.
Our first kiss lying in bed.
You’re gone.
Asking me if we were dating in our… my washroom.
You’re gone.
Moving out of your apartment.
You’re gone.
New York, Ottawa, Los Angeles, Palo Alto.
Rocket ship. Lying in bed. My head on your chest listening to you breath.
Your head on my heart listening to my heartbeat.
I weep into the abyss but nothing weeps back.
You’re gone. You’re gone. You’re gone.