You know,
you’re always the one to listen...

Once,
I heard you sing...

You know, you really do give me strength
in your fractured fragility...

Your words,
when they came as whispers...

They said I was born as a teardrop
to evade your grasp...

You told me she died peacefully -
With her lips slightly stretched...

For a reason I can't explain,
I was always so afraid...

It came,
hushed and shy...

Sometimes
I still cup my hands over my ears...

We laughed
Until we forgot...

You held each raindrop,
with its shy, flickering shine...

Your voice was like the autumn wind,
warm and soft – soft enough to melt into tears...