Letter

15 V 1874
Dear Edward,
I realized myself some important thing lately, but if you mind understand this, we must back in time of several dozen years. We knew each other from primary school, we went on graduation ball together, but when there I told You what I feel to You, You laughed at me. I cried at nights and I was thinking “Why did you reject me?” “Did I deserve for that?”. I wrote for You this song, which contain my reflections.

Ok, ok I don’t pester you to death,

And I won't please you again.

Maybe someday you'll have woke up,

And, barely conscious, you'll say to no one:

"Isn't something missing?"

You won't cry for my absence, I know-

You forgot me long ago.

Am I that unimportant...?

Am I so insignificant...?

Isn't something missing?

Isn't someone missing me?

Even though I'd be sacrificed,

You won't try for me, not now.

Though I'd die to know you love me,

I'm all alone.

Isn't someone missing me?

Ok, ok I don’t pester you to death,

And I won't please you again.

I know what you do to yourself,

Shudder deep and cry out:

"Isn't something missing?

Isn't someone missing me?"

Even though I'd be sacrificed,

You won't try for me, not now.

Though I'd die to know you love me,

I'm all alone.

Isn't someone missing me?

And if I bleed, I'll bleed,

Knowing you don't care.

And if I sleep just to dream of you

And wake without you there,

Isn't something missing?

Isn't something...

Even though I'd be sacrificed,

You won't try for me, not now.

Though I'd die to know you love me,

I'm all alone.
Isn't something missing?

Isn't someone missing me?

I hope that you really happy with my sister Sara. I never forget you. Never…

Jane

letter by Tiger