The speaker addresses an absent poet, lamenting that they alone heard the poet speak and now miss his guidance. Feeling alone and weakened by long nights, the speaker has let go of friends and children due to lost trust. They ask the poet how to live freely when life itself suffocates them, and wonder if fully living means dying empty, as death only greeted but did not embrace them. The speaker concludes by requesting that if the poet speaks again, to convey that the poet did not love them enough to have waited.
The speaker addresses an absent poet, lamenting that they alone heard the poet speak and now miss his guidance. Feeling alone and weakened by long nights, the speaker has let go of friends and children due to lost trust. They ask the poet how to live freely when life itself suffocates them, and wonder if fully living means dying empty, as death only greeted but did not embrace them. The speaker concludes by requesting that if the poet speaks again, to convey that the poet did not love them enough to have waited.
The speaker addresses an absent poet, lamenting that they alone heard the poet speak and now miss his guidance. Feeling alone and weakened by long nights, the speaker has let go of friends and children due to lost trust. They ask the poet how to live freely when life itself suffocates them, and wonder if fully living means dying empty, as death only greeted but did not embrace them. The speaker concludes by requesting that if the poet speaks again, to convey that the poet did not love them enough to have waited.
Only I missed his way? Only you he spoke to? What do I have to say? All I have is a stretched nightmare tis the long nights that weaken me With no faults; I leave all to bare I do no wrong that eyes can see
Tell the poet I stand alone
All my friends I have outgrown I had to let my children go For no trust in those I most love
How do I live life loosely oh poet?
When life itself smothers me I have learned to laugh at trouble Alas I laugh alone as others cry for me
If I live fully, dont I die empty?
Death only shook my hands; no embrace The poet doesnt love me enough to have waited Tell the poet I said so whenever next you speak