When we met
I tied a ribbon around your wrist...

I feel so numb
so hollow...

We grew up together,
she and I...

As you speak those words
I wonder...

You pleaded me for everything:
my love, my time, my trust...

I am cold here in my heart.
Cold inside this beating, pulsing place...

In that strange wasteland,
of both bright and dark...

In that place -
on an unfolded futon...

Because I love you,
I give you back to yourself...

You are a rose.
Am I cliche to say it...

Hush.
Quiet...

I was alone at the funeral,
my blonde hair flowed in natural waves catching...