Speak to me, without any rush— but please, speak to me. The clock has granted us some time; let’s make the most of it, and be kind to one another. Tell me how you’re feeling, if you’re doing well, if you miss me, if you’re coming back… or if you’ve already forgotten me. Speak to me… the way you used to— calm and composed, with that voice that does me so much good, the voice in which I find the peace I need so desperately. Speak to me… about your life, about the time that’s passed— I’ll listen with full attention. And it won’t be to judge you; I was never one to judge, and you know that… Tell me how you’re feeling, if you’re doing well, if you miss me, if you’re coming back… or if you’ve already forgotten me… Speak to me… tell me if you’re happy, if your heart has found the love you were searching for so hard, if your dreams have come true— or if you’ve clipped their wings… Speak to me… silence is no good… it’s dark, uncertain— and I need light to find my way back to where you left me… Tell me how you’re feeling, if you’re doing well, if you miss me, if you’re coming back… or if you’ve already forgotten me… But please, speak to me… because the time the clock has gifted us is slipping away… and you haven’t even looked my way… Speak to me—please, speak to me… even if you don’t love me anymore…
