I apologise for being so long.

You apologise for moving on.

How is it that we can sleep, but only alone?

Once it was told, we are protected.

But I have fallen out of faith and thought,

Life be damned, it’s never too short.

Also, can I lament my insecurities?

Oh, compassion.

It’s like holding a moth to a flame.

Just to feel the warmth in your voice again.