Sometimes I drink—just like an infant.
I clutch at the bottle of life.
Sometimes I smoke and blow out O’s—just like a gangster.
I offer this as a kiss:
I promise you I will not let you die.
Even if death or ruination comes, I will fight against it and love even your ghost that I will never allow to die.
During the night, I will stay alone to keep you company, to make sure you do not despair in eternity.
At three o’clock in the morning, we will talk in order to exist.
I will live for you, even while you are not there, yet you will be there—ALIVE.
I promise you.