A long time has passed, I must say
I couldn't see nor hear; just how far did you run away?
In velvet threads, in linen cloths;
I'm running dry, my cocoon may burst.
So let's meet again, you and me;
Not that we ever did, but that's what I want us to be.
So it's been a while, maybe a month or so
I've neither heard of voice nor seen your shadow.
Just where could you've been,
What burdens do you carry within?
As it seems, I know nothing at all—
Not of you, nor errands you recall.
But I'm dying here—oh God, just this once;
Grant this mortal one measly chance.
And it's been a long time, I must say.
Not some fleeting month or two
Hell, I haven't seen you
since the second of June.
Mar 28
Mar 28, 2026 at 8:56 AM UTC
A long time has passed, I must say
I couldn't see nor hear; just how far did you run away?
In velvet threads, in linen cloths;
I'm running dry, my cocoon may burst.
So let's meet again, you and me;
Not that we ever did, but that's what I want us to be.
So it's been a while, maybe a month or so
I've neither heard of voice nor seen your shadow.
Just where could you've been,
What burdens do you carry within?
As it seems, I know nothing at all—
Not of you, nor errands you recall.
But I'm dying here—oh God, just this once;
Grant this mortal one measly chance.
And it's been a long time, I must say.
Not some fleeting month or two
Hell, I haven't seen you
since the second of June.