i sat alone, holding my knees. i'd lost sight of my reason for living. my festering, unhealing wound gave me so much agony, no matter how much i tried to tend it. the wind spoke to me of a gentle, golden dream. a slow, intermingled, soft feeling. on rainy days, on sunny days, every day, i loved you. and simply, even now, that will never change. but, when that promise couldn't be fulfilled, the heart i was protecting in all of my frailty made me softly push your back so you could continue alone, so that tomorrow's days would shine and have laughter. (someday, one day, we will reach days where we can smile, some day, one day). if only now, you could forgive me for all the pain you went through, i will end those days of broken endings. and so, that promise-- believe that i will break it, and that i will advance with that frail heart in my hands. i'll wipe those tears away. and, to you, who were so gentle, convey "thank you".