Your the cure to my cancer, and the drugs to my addiction

Your the cure to my cancer and the drugs to my addiction. Your the catch to my fall, and the wind in my hair. Our fingers intertwine like a missing piece to a puzzle. Faith and hope are served, and wonder drifts in between. The late phone calls that would put me into a cloying sleep. I create your name in the feathery iron clouds that lay above me. You are the only thing that keeps my heart pounding with unreal beats. You are the cure to my cancer and the drugs to my addiction.