I Lost My Knife

“I lost my knife”, I heard the boy say. In my head I continued the
conversation on my own by thinking: how strange, because I just
felt it thrust through my spine line, yes, yes, I’m fine, I’m just
doing a little Speaking. Because I don’t know where you are and
because I have a love for you that bears no ending I’m not talking
madness here, I’m not talking madness here —here I am talking
madness, dear. Dear love if I could just KISS you awake each day
that’d be enough for me. If I could I’d send you letters everyday
so that you’d know how I miss you. How it hurts and how you fix me.
You fix me and I love you. I love you and I love you.