I am open to hear you and to feel you but so closed to those feelings that I wanted to hold and embrace and touch. I can't, for it is no longer matter but just memory.
And now, here, I feel it for the first time. Again, and again. This time to Korea I go and he says I'll leave you if you go. Not exactly but exactly.
Just like he did with Texas if you leave I will go. And he did.
And now it happens again Forever in a turbine of ultimatum.
Delicate, you sigh. Shaking your head at my despair touching the open wound healing it with your fingertips and I cry.
Sobbing to the tune of your melodic gaze minor and soft delicately wounded.