Waiting is so hard to do.
Eva, I love you but I cannot keep on waiting for you to come home.
I just don’t care what tonight may think of this idea.
Everything falls apart.
Waiting.
I can’t recognize you.
I can’t see your face.
Eva, bring your love to the fight where we can be together.
Where we can be one and you can see that I forgot your taste.
I know the problem is you.
To see what we’ve become I brought this mirror.
We cannot go on kissing this way.
Listen to the silence of this poem.
With all my heart and God as my witness.
I know the problem is you.
Lovers die together.
When lovers die.