From these dark and small spaces,
I fly to the heights and highs of life
but not of death.
Here,
ambiguity in surprise scares me,
and, "That was good"
is only said en passant.

With fear of words and when to use them,
I'm alone with the wisdom,
"But people fall in and out of love all the time,"
praying for death a thousand times over
before she be grazed;
and I would a thousand times for her,
but this is my hell.

See, I'm afraid I may have to live
my entire life without her.