I could still feel the things you've killed the day you said goodbye.
I could still remember the days you've willed to give birth to a smile. the softness of the bed hurts. Please come back my nurse. I'll be waiting where you left me. In the place where you gave death and birth to things I curse. With them again, I merge. To them again, I return. I lost the book I wrote about me and you.The crowd makes me feel alone. I'm lost in this room.When I see you out the window,
nurse please don't look away. Now I'm left with our loves shadow, my nurse, I'm not that brave. The strait jacket can't replace your hug. In the night I see the lights of the clubs. And at the morning, the doctors come back with coffee mugs.
