The white room is bare.
And it is just you and me.
I can feel the old allure
but then -

I am Nobody,
tied to a mast
while I listen to your
silent singing.
The ropes are good and
tight.

Relationships are everything,
I've seen.
(See how people crash.)
Like we did -
With a bang.
It seemes likely:
both looking into the unknown
both realizing the same:

You once said
"Giving flowers is
pointless."
You made it clear
"They are just going to
die anyway."
I'm watching my tulips
die before my eyes.