I celebrate the silence

you spend with me.

Among the things that I sense,

you seem to be somewhere

across the void.


A lesson here that i've learned

a little bit too late.

Never trust your instincts

and don't follow hate

in this hole.


Seldom would you have guessed

I could even breathe.

I don't know who you suggest

but I know who you've been.

Ready as I aim, you fire

from the hip

across the void

in this hole.