A youthful and reasonably innocent being approached me the other day.
With eyes about as blue as yours he gazed in to mine.
Uncomfortable, I thought, for nobody had stared in to my eyes with such annoyance but you. But then again, one could step in to a desert and I'd examine their soles only to say that they reminded me of your feet. You left these marks that I just…

(When your body departed, it left with the only scent of home I had so restfully settled with. Then the following scent I was about to settle with was the cheapest liquor my dealer could offer me for the time being. All I see is you. When the last drop in the drained glass is consumed I think of you. And it occurs to me that maybe you didn’t drain me, but I drained you. You left these marks that I just…)

Anyway, Hanna, about this particular boy... He insisted I tell him what heartbreak was like and he needed me to be straight with him.
And don’t sugarcoat it, he whispered.
Only a fool would unjustly measure intelligence by age, he added.
Well, kid, I said to him.
Had you been in my height, I'd punch your ribs in to the point of breakage so your lungs would puncture.
He then, at that minute decided what he had endured at that point was not as severe as what I had described. It was just an insignificant slip-up with his lady.

Now, you... Just get the **** back home. I’m out of air, and you’re in control of my oxygen tank.