Wallow in your own blood sweat and tears
For in all those years
I missed you
You never came back to say you were gone.

A remembrance of your fingers
Of your impression
Which lingers
On my skin and in my mind
Which holds it there for all of time.

I could have loved you not like the rest
but I measured it out
and can now say at best
Ero's is a fool at love-
he counted but then lost his mind.