Don’t make me lose it, then:
Faith in the faith, when I was lost on you.
Unbreak and just pass me by,
The weeds will grow all around and over me. Why
I write these not even the clouds may know. I will be
Whole once again like I was whole before. And then
You came, so when you go, I don’t labour love to show.
Someone will soon come by — destined as always and with