I told the restless darkness that your hollowness would be filled by someone other than my hanging hopes. In the beginning, we both endured the unknown until only I survived, still forcing my neck for your grips.
Beneath the gloomy skies of the midday, the pain hit in its best force. I remembered how you would gulp the tears of the clouds as if their roots were your skin; how you would spread your arms and look above with a smile and while your eyelids were closed. You were an untiring sight – a contented creature to the kisses of sorrow.
I hope, until death, I would be the sorrow you needed – how fascinating would it be when two grieves became the moon of everything?
Drop by drop, the rain started.
Whisper into my ears how to forget.
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