"Because I'm slowing here. Because I fear the irreparable loss of holding someone dear."

"How is it though, with him close, I still feel so partial?"

We're the unmended, the untended,cold soldiers of the shoe. We're the neglected,the never resurrected, agonies of the few.We're the once kissed, unmissed and allwaysrefused. Because we're the unfinishedand feared and we're never pursued.