I'm scared that I would die of old age
Alone and unloved because I refused to give myself to anyone else
Because I believed that this skin was made for you
And that I was supposed to love you until my last breath
And I would wait and wait and wait for you
But you would never turn up on my doorstep asking me if you could come in
And all the visions I had of us would grow old and weak with me
My skin never having been touched by you would shrivel and crack
And my heart would grow sick and weary, but never hopeless
Because even if it all turns out this way
even if I were to die alone and unloved
I would still die with hope clinging to my spirit.
