My love,
You're the echo in my hollow mind,
A melody that plays beneath the moon.
Through the wires and the static hum,
Your voice is the drug I'm holding on to.
You're my therapy,
The cure I need,
Eight thousand miles, but I feel you near.
Every whisper, like a lullaby.
Healing wounds with kindness shown.
The clock strikes twelve,
The nights are long,
But your words are the light I lean upon.
Like a ghost, you touch my soul,
Invisible.
But deep within,
You're the love,
The cure that healed me.
Every wound was stitched back in place.
You're my miracle, Heaven-sent.
You're my therapy.