Tell me.

No don't.

Talk is cheap.

Whisper me.

Write me.

A story.

A memory.

A life.

Something I can breathe in through my ears.

And feel with my eyes.

Give me something to remember.

To cry about.

To smile about.

To talk about.

No.

To whisper about.

To write about.

Make it tread on my heart.

And stomp on my soul.

Make it weep on my shoulder.

And claw at my feelings.

I need it to dig deep within me

And pull out what I want

Need,

To see in myself.

I want to see it fill me up.

And push me down.

I need it to turn me a new direction

And tell me "this is what you should see."

I want to flip through its pages

And have it burn

My eyes.

My fingers.

My time.

And

Finally,

Have it

Whisper me.

Write me.

The ending.

So I can finally,

Return you

With mine.