Can you tell that I care for you.
Can you tell that I’d die for you.
Where’d you get that new short hair
I so want….. Put that away…
I can… we can… halt time.
I try to stop you caring for me.
I try to stand stop walking
Laugh stop talking… at you.
I picked up the letter and walked on through to the patio
The ink burned bright red raw like a punch to the temple lobe
I suppose we could talk but face it that would feel strained
Come to think of it… the bond was always so vague.
Everyone got shot.
Everything is lost.