Sometimes it feels like we are two travelers,
Set out across a barren wasteland,
Dry, unforgiving, ground,
a horizon in view but never reachable.
Dragging ourselves along, connected by a flicker of life in you a flicker in me.
Days passing like flashes of scenes from a movie playing too fast,
Yet we trudge so slow.
Waiting, thinking, hoping, there is a day ahead that feels like more.
We will get there, just a little longer, we’ll find our way.
Don’t give up my love.