21 December 2012
Out of the dead silence you suddenly emerged And the words you spoke seemed to shake as I broke down. I hadn't known it this way but we hope, we hope. And you say it! You still want me. And I can't quit crying on the black ink floors, The cold shelter I made for myself. There's a light streaming in, warm and clear like doves. And I just forget what it means to be in pain, If only for a small moment I'll cherish till death.
(December 20, 2012)
Spoken. • Opuss № I