A poem written a long time ago...
You can hide there, you can crave I’ll never return with blueberries, kiss your ear, or share your pain. And so, I write this weeping song, thinking of you. My eyes, like a doll’s flicker and fade, a fixed and horrendous gaze upon you. Sirens wail like ambulances I am only a fraction of your memory. Oh, I am a pebble in your mind, gritty, insignificant, tossed into the water of your thoughts. And I will miss you— I will always miss you, you lovely bastard.