Myth of my love

You have left me in the wilderness of myself alone A self, whose self I no longer own Linger I shall in the coldness of separation for which there are no cures Linger I shall till you come to claim that which is yours I will be a bridge imprisoned so you may walk over me just one time I have drowned in your love and now I shall pay for this crime I will suffer a thousand years of storm so your smell I may scent Through its turbulence your memory in my heart I shall cement