I want. I want. I want
You alive, here with me-
and in each day of God's cruel trick
It's all about the drowning of sorrows
In smoke, knowing in each
Person you meet, there is always goodbye.
I live as a dead crab's claw,
I don't want to let go.
It is the final choice of this dying sow
That I accept you are gone
As I lie down to murder this piece of me
At last, a partial suicide
Nestling near my breast for eight years.
You're gone, but I remain.
Flower lost to the world, but the root runs deep.
I've had to pull it out
Because I was strangled
and forgot how to breathe without you.
Fare thee well, love
But I am still idealistic that you
Are out there somewhere,
Heart beating to my soul's rhythm
Awaiting that first call.