It makes no sense at all, and yet, I’m trying to breathe life into something hopeless,

What has been dead will not at all come back to life,

No, not even the arcane arts has the prowess,

To end my mind and heart’s strife.

I can always turn back, but what good would it do,

Perhaps it’s better if I just forgot about you, and never came back,

I embrace you gently, but I want to hold you too,

If only these walls weren’t built against my accord, so I can be on track.

And I love you, I can say it a million times,

More than my own life; beyond my breath,

Farther than the other end of the universe and its mimes,

Transcending my memory, for my soul knows no lethe.

Yours,

tou.