Idle Suicide (or until we meet again)

I believed you

and your fragile touching were

to blame for my fête

and my fit. My sol-

itary party was

last minute invi-

tation only…

Just me and my dis-

section scalpel, so walk on

like you walked away

from me, us, the fu-

ture we planned together, this

time you aren’t welcome.

I may be a no-

body, but, if I wasn’t,

I would have fought for

Me!