in our bedroom after the war

i'm facing a nightmare i can't escape.
even thousands of please-don't-go couldn't make anything better,
because it happens to slip, in the back of your head, a
you-ask-me-to-stay-but-you-won't-tie-my-knot.

morning breathes heavily.
and i just want to die on my bed.


L hey.
N huh?
L does love hurt?
N (silence) i think so.
L i'm sorry for loving you.