I wonder: Can the „I“ be fixed whilst being a „we“? Or will you fix yourself, reducing myself to just me? Will that, then, be forever so? Will you take what‘s yours and left of you and go? I will have neither options nor choices, I‘ll be stripped of what I value and cherish. What will be left? Echoes of distant voices from a fairer past that once was but now did perish.
Most of all I‘ll hope for one thing, should it ever be this way: That you could master to respect and love yourself; every coming day.