You are not here with me,
As often as I can’t breathe,
As if you have taken my lungs as well as my heart,
deep down with you, far into the beneath.
With what could be,
A steel coffin wrapped around you all,
I wish your job was easy,
As I continuously wait for that phone call.
Together, we are apart and alone we fall,
You can’t talk and I can’t breathe,
With me wishing on dry land,
And you descended thousands of feet beneath.