There’s a cure after all.
You’re better now,
than before I mean.
Kinder somehow,
at least that’s how you seem.
Your eyes, they’re warm,
your laugh sincere,
a dissipating storm,
passing rain my dear.
But it’s come at such cost.
Your touch, your skin.
There’s something that you’ve lost.
You’re pale, so soft, so paper thin.
So you’re better now,
but not for me.
I miss the coarse, the edge, the ow!
Don’t you see?
You’re better now.
So leave us be.