your hands didn't move, well neither did mine
i never watch the news.
it's amazing when i flipped through channels and found something interesting going on in your city and it made me hope that it wasn't you.
it scared me more to think that i was thinking that it could have been you... maybe.
but then again, i have dreamt of your death before.
and i'm still not sure what i would do, if it was now or back then.
so much to say
but nothing comes out right
both of us left without words
both of us lost in this world
it's softer than ever before.