Who Will Be Your Messenger?

This love is unnatural.
It should never have lasted this long.
People who love each other should have that security that the other will always be there.
Your promises aren't enough.
Black holes and infinite dimensions seperate us.
You could fly from this life and I'll know it.
I'll know it deep down inside.
But the turmoil will not end without your validation
Without your call from heaven or hell (if that is what our secret will lead us to) that you exist in my plain no longer
Our love is a secret.
So who will be your messenger to tell me when you're gone?
I need your calls, your obsessive letters.
I need to know you are okay.

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