Repoussé and homeopathy

There is no relief, no remedy, without you. Whether I recover or retire, I can't do it in silence. I can't bear the weight of my own solitary mind anymore. I smile at the ones who carry my sun, but the moon has always belonged to you. The curves of my skin, the smell of my hair, the taste of my mouth, the tips of my figers, they're all yours. I traced those words on your chest once, even before you knew what they meant. Do you remember those nights? Do you really not long for their return, as I do?

Then, hard as it might be, tell me. I need to hear it. I need to hear your voice.