that I didn't expect to remind me of you
I've released too many good people
from my heart
because they can't all fit.
It makes me want to weep.
I've seen too much flesh and
I've not considered too many times
the delicacy of it all
I miss you all, good people.
I'm sorry that I always seem to be in a rush.
I promise that I have not thrown you away.
At least part of you has become me.