I tried again last night, but you held your breath like a fucking champ the solitude of without you is a welcomed breath of stagnant air was I the last thing in your mind? I turned away to lose you whisper a word of longing devotion and these sheets are screaming you’ll rest uneasy this time around my valentine your silence is shoveling dirt in your grave regret is my only keepsake a faint memento of your bitter skin so sleep well tonight and know that I wait.