So

The frustration sets into concrete, making simplicity a novelty rather than reality. There's something that must be spoken, but the hand prints on the windows say much more than words. I Love you, I still Love you, until the sails of this ship reach some hidden harbor, forbidden, exclusive, and unfaltering to the fleet behind. You promised me an eye patch, and it was my nails that scratched your vision. Please, sweet vagrant, be still and be kind, and sooth my words with your heart. Don't forget Love. Please. She hasn't forgotten you.