My dreams prevent me
from forgetting your face—
I still remember you.
I thought I could finally rest,
but you still haunt my sleep.
You understood me,
even with your eyes closed.
You saw me—
yet you ignored me.
You saw the shattered pieces,
gathered them,
but never restored their form.
Just as I did for you
I saw you shattered—
I fixed you, didn’t I?
And now that you’re whole,
you’ve thrown me to the rubble.
Was I just your trash back then?
Am I — just a piece of trash to you?
But — I guess that's all I ever was—
I can't complain, not even once
Because after all—
You made me feel something again.



