Dear....

The smoke does not replace you. It blocks what has burned and turned to ashes.

Sleeping is pointless as anesthetics, because I only dream of you.

I may be living without you, but I'm still living for you.
What would it take for you to see? Must I die for you too?

They don't get my point that life is pointless without you.

I won't care even if you don't care,
I won't mind even if you don't mind,
but I'll still love even if you don't.