[1999-2011] Comments

Dear Leopold read this very, very slowly
And believe me I have no other way to say it.

If up until here you have read in a hurry
I ask that you go back and start again.

I can't bring myself to dial your number
And burn up the little breath we have left.

I won't be the one to arrive, I won't be the one to leave
So I remain in the middle and empty.

Don't rush yourself, don't trust my brevity
Because this bleak day will end in the same bleak day
That will never stop being yet another bleak day.

My dear, today at four thirty in the morning
Our son left us. His eyes no longer showing or feeling pain.

Forgive me. I have lost a body in order to arrive
And I have lost a body in order to return.
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