Where did you go? Who are you with? I surely don't know. I still never miss.
Shall I write something? Would you like that? There are many questions. Their answers are vast.
I just have words. My thoughts slave away. I scribble them down. Think I should stay?
Are you still reading? What do you think? Are we all slaves? I need a drink.
You do it again. I let it go. Do you remember when? Was it long ago?
I could keep going... I choose to stop. I want to say. You want to talk.
So here we are. What does this mean? Are we all kings? Where are our queens?
This is not pity. Please don't be shocked. Words are my craft. You felt so soft.
Wrap me up tightly. Just put me away. I'll be here waiting. You'll see me someday.
Would you like another? Have you had enough? We knew each other. You called my bluff.