You could at least pretend to be alive.
You never even breathed
A word
You never defended yourself
And why on earth not?

You are not as weary as I
And yet you pretend
You are not as hopeless as I
And yet you pretend
YOU HAVE SOMETHING LEFT
OF AMBITION
OF HOPE
OF BEAUTY

I have my sleep
And my wine
And my self-indulgence.