Let me guess: Your eyes are stained shut,
your mouth is wide open, and you are not
able to articulate your words. Upon seeing this,
I'm sure I will cry – a pathetic attempt to
bring you back. I couldn't bear another winter.
Please don't make me try. Please don't make
me try.

It is very important that you pay attention to me.
This is you, this is raw; slowly and softly does
the trick. (And without plan). But this does not
change the fact that I need to feel you again.
You could have been loved – you could have been