We needed more echoes, maybe the sound of my tears would now lead you home, sprinting to the pits of my arms like you truly heard me whisper forever, and I would swallow you in my arms, you always were a perfect fit, fitting to my very being, perhaps the drops of my loneliness would hurry you to the sight of my eyes had I spoke louder the words I should have said when you still could hear, when I still could make you listen, maybe I should have sang louder the hymns of your praises when you felt un-pretty before my eyes, maybe, maybe then, you'd come home, haunted by the echoes of my affection.