The end came and took from me,
The only thing I cared about.
I live on carrying around,
A heart heavy with memories.
I am still alive,
But only a little.
Sun still comes up every morning,
But the night doesn’t end.
I swallowed a warm yellow pill today,
It went down my aching sore throat,
Like a soup made of warm love,
Soothing, caressing, easing the pain.
It filled my chest with the sun shine,
Clearing the cold cobwebs of winters,