for the man who lives halfway across the world

perhaps our story

needs to remain incomplete

because as far as I know

conclusions denote the end.

You say that in your dreams

you hold my hands

and so in all my earnest I pray

that your dreams come true.

have I told you how fond I am

of ruining myself?

and what better reason can there be

than love,

than you,

to completely lose myself and learn

the meaning of becoming absolutely nothing.