francis

francis,
i'm sorry you got away.
i'm sorry you're gone.

i don't care of how difficult i am to you.
or what am i to you.

i always thought you are me.
we are one person.
with two heads, four eyes, eight hands and feet.
we are a spider and it's not easy.
how one of us wants to jump, other wants to run.
that's why we keep falling.

o, francis
if only we let us go.
we would probably still be together.
if only we were separated.
if only we were different person.

i'm sorry you're dead.