I have been drinking your poison.
And just when I think it's the end...

With such care and delicacy
she carries flowers in her hand...

Tomorrow starts December,
but I've been cold for so long...

There are times I long to help her.
She looks toward me with such darkness in her...

If this is poetry,
I would rather you fill...

Despite her greatness,
Heaven's got tiny hands...

- just thoughts.
It wasn't watching you deteriorate...

(You always told me to speak up
because my voice was too soft and...

She was never one to cry publicly,
but during the eulogy...

Wandering the darkest forest,
clutching a small candle...

I dreamed about
you last night...

A phone call woke me up
this morning...