To the beginning,
have we returned?
I am still alone,
but no one died.
What is the beginning
you wish to see?
Me with a keyboard
so you can read?
Borrow?
I want to inspire
and write with you,
but deceptions,
lies,
distance
interfere.
With my machete,
I've tried to cut a trail
or at least a hole large enough
to reach through
and write with you.
What do you want?

If you wanted to be left alone,
then why open your window?
Why?
Unless there is so much
in the opening
for you...

If silent you remain,
as I will not read you again,
then what might have been
will never be.

That must be a risk
you are more than willing
to take.

Then fare thee well.

There is nothing left.