...

don't be sad, winter will come back, and with it, well gained misery
maybe even a tear or two
who can say...
I don't give up, you...
you don't really exist
I probably dreamt you many years ago, when I was still sober and my nights still had images and b/w pictures
because
I don't cry anymore, and I don't dream, and I don't sleep
and for all I know
maybe
I don't even exist