Final Request

Come, come a little closer,
let me run my fingers through your hair.
My last few words—
if you care to listen...

"Shall I hold your hand?"
"I want refuge in your chest."
Every time I try to speak, fear catches me...
afraid you'll think all I want is to be seen!

This helplessness,
these unspoken words—
what people call love,
I understand nothing of it.

How are you?
Even distant, you're beautiful to look at.
I don't bother you too much, do I—
though I know I'm nothing but trouble to you.

Come on, let's do something reckless today,
"let's see what happens"—
on this faith, in this madness.

– Will you go?
– Where?
– To the sky.