i’m not sure how i feel now that it’s revo,
and so many have left me to tor.
My heart feels tsol, ytpme, unwanted
and no one is still here to speak.
he left like the others, two winters ago
i still dream of him from the long before.
i see him in faces of men whose blood
never burned quite so black;
and from whatever traumas, they’ve found their way back,
but not him. not him. i still pray all the time
one day your heart will be healed
and maybe you’ll say