Comical isn't it.
Here I'm alone on this ridge, reaching
Towards you not longer trying to run.
Not longer trying to patch my punctured
Heart from your essence.
Not longer trying to shirk away from reality
Of your Evanescence.
Not longer trying to prevent the wound
That your absence entrust me more often.
I'm rambling on that place where I can
Hear only my footsteps.
Where I can hear only the name that I'm
chanting again and again.
Where I can see the shards of my heart that
Still...