Added on by Steven Casale.

I wrote a poem, my love.
But I ran out of paper and
lost my pen.

So I tried to keep the words together
in my head
but things got clumsy
and I missed the important parts.

When I wrote you this poem,
I was thinking about the sunshine and rain
and the way you move
through the seasons
like a nothing thing.

And how things grow
and die all at once,
like my lost poem
that I wanted so badly
to write.