Dejected urgency focuses its spotlight on me. With a new-found ignorance lured by a well known fragrance, I started creeping away from you. I’m sorry for caring; I’ll lose another life for you. Too late, I know my placement. Before long, I found the two of us in the basement. It was wrong to be adjacent to her, but by now I have come to face it. Then I couldn’t come crawling back to you. So sorry for caring, I’ll continue to lose this life for you. You don’t know what you’re saying…