So why do I care&;#063;

It, when I say you, started something precious.
You, when you looked at me and I become.
When, feeling is the absolute, in dreaming
Those for you, I sleep and wake and things

Are still same. Delusion is what we've made here, surreal
Until the point that it crumbled when, you knew me:

And away from me you amble. Then I knew
That from my heart you took. Precious little
Moments, which make me what I thought,
Like an illness you took me, from my own safe

Walk. Left me on my own here to tumble
As I talk. Intriguing little speak, left not anything
As you look and I became falling away till nil,
Leaving myself by the feelings grim. Still:

Your smile not much consolation, being broken
From the heart, yet still something's awoken,
Got 'an instrument depart. Wishing and longing
Weakness; all that's left is my soul sleeping off

The pain, sharing it seemed, imperative
What we felt now, travelling you and I came

Together. You made me give the impression of person:
You came here, how? I have forgotten, likeness of seeing
You look a little fragile, like I feel the same, I'm looking
Inward now but to you I seem to be nothing but being.