You used to be the type of girl,
with her
hand on her mouth.
Smiling softly because,
because you could,
because you knew,
nobody else would
understand,
and,
I'm so, ever so sorry that,
nobody really cares about me
like that.
Contemplation –
we knew how hard it was,

and I,
I'm so, ever so sorry that,
I asked for something more
than that.
Solidify me,
purify your
respiration –
ever
so softly
like that.