You're my only friend but you're not hearing me. To worry or reassure, you speak to me sometimes. Your rocking motion is a complaint, a quiet complaint like an interior pain. The room clear a blue sweetness, like a reflection in the water of clear sky above. I only vaguely discern her anymore, fight for her I can't anymore. An outside world calls for me, I reply to it by rocking... The room clear a blue sweetness like a reflection in the blood of a breaking union.