"She’s all that’s make believe, and as real as the September sky."
I said goodbye again
sucking up all that was left of her into the
little that was left of me.
I said, don’t look for me again. fuck it.
we are all lost. goodbye, goodbye.
She did not need much, wanted very little. A kind word, sincerity, fresh air, clean water, a garden, kisses, books to read, sheltering arms, a cosy bed, and to love and be loved in return.