The story goes: A sad poet sat beside the unpolished fireplace immersed in the dying fire and began with would be heres. Such tragedy choked me when you set off toward the horizon. And I knelt gasping, gasping for breath. Begging for a last look, before death. I burned in depth. You spat flowers, moving away giving a shadowed smile And an empty love letter. I dearly wished for better. There was no better. There however, was an end to the rise and fall of my chest I bet you thought it was for the best. Twenty years of solemn dysfunction and morbid melancholy. Darling! Listen to my ifs and buts silly and dramatic cuts through my throat. Believe! For a moment watch close my insane heart would still beat if you were here, by the fireplace now I could make a perpetual vow to speak your soft heart only. I hate confessing I feel broken and lonely. But I'd do anything And I'd do everything for you. to come back and do all I thought impossible but possible with you..