dying

you told me, once,
that my death scares you more than your own
what you don't understand:
i start dying when you stop living
so live, and you won't need to worry about my death.

patience

you might need to wait a while.
these things take time, you know.
but you'll grow while you wait.
you will. you'll see.

the side of the fence

the grass is greenest here,
when i'm with you