当你决定　你要离开我　

我没有说什么　就当作你自由

有好几次我都想挽留　苦求也没有用　

就当作是寂寞 因为我能明白　

他的温柔　对你是种解脱

只坦白告诉我　谁是你的最爱

其实你很爱他　对我的惩罚　

说你没有想他　是可怜我吧

我已没有借口　只能放手　

不能奢求　你说爱我

其实你很爱他　他很温柔吗　

其实你很想他　就说出口吧

我已不想多说　呜住耳朵　

不想再次听到你说　你很爱他

-FIR

There could be fog

Or maybe just a mist

And inexplicably I'll fade to white

Vanish, and be gone

Or it could be night

And I'll be darkly dressed,

Evading easy definition

And as your eye's distracted

By a falling leaf

I'll merge with restless shadows

And be gone

Then you will discover

What emptiness is

A space so hollow

Even its own walls are swallowed up

A quality of missing

So intense

A lack, a lack

Each hour more bottomless than the last

Until your heart cries out,

A howl of forfeiture

But it will be nothing

Ashen silence where I used to sing

And deafness

The howl must strike the right resonant frequency

A wail that echoes all to the ends of time

To fill the gaping void in whole, looping wavelengths

From the well of your soul, such loneliness

To make Siberian wolves hang heads for shame

In their convivial packs

Then, only then

Might you detect my footprints, indistinct

Marking the morning dew fall

Perhaps glimpse a puff of breath

in the cold, dawn air

You must utter

A howl so desolate, it

Jerks you from your sleep

To find me warm beside you on your pillow

And you will know how

Close you were to the brink

Of the abyss

And know what missing is

And hold me.

it ends here. 12.00am. 14 aug.