I don't want to run away,
for with you I know I belong...

I once had this dream
of finding the purest love...

All my life,
a small fragment of myself...

I have spent a lifetime
hiding with loneliness in the darkness...

Sometimes on those winter afternoons,
a crisp frost on the ground...

This poem is not distracted by metaphors and rhyme...
because this black ink is speaking...

I wonder where you are tonight
and if I ever cross your mind...

Nobody sees
the inside report...

It's hard to believe that this time last year
we were building a concrete love...

I thought I couldn't live without you,
but perhaps I believed I would never have to...

I never thought she could have
a colder heart than mine...

I wish you could steal my eyes
so you could see how much...