I slit my wrists
to see what blood looks like,
to know perhaps greater pain
than what you have given me,
to feel something different
than what I've been feeling for past many months... you.

I felt nothing
but the symphony of your deep breaths
that you take while you're asleep
I saw nothing
but your face with your eyes closed.
I knew nothing
other than what you had given me...
memories.

Perhaps another attempt...
Shall we...?

Asima - 17th March 2010