If this is not a love song....

just when you said it was over and i couldn't flake the honey off my lips, and i found the missing part of this clock-work reverie, the spaces from inside to out of us blister with anticipation. but wasn't it the last line, and wasn't it the only breath
you ever really needed?
and wasn't i the only one? wasn't this the war you would have won?
and i don't call the fires now
i don't make the seas come
and you should hear me speaking now, i am just a whisper here,
and you
you were always beautiful.
just when you turned out of here like the swirling spring winds
i had this moment when i couldn't recall
the last things you said
the last thing you touched
and you said you'd always have my eyes.
and you don't know the streets that I've wandered
the water i've floated over
just for this
just for an answer
just for a flicker
just for you.
but wasn't it the last line?
wasn't it the only breath you ever really needed?
and wasn't i the only one? wasn't this the war you would have won?
just a whisper here.
and you were always beautiful.