because it’s all I have

You are further from me now than when you were in the land of the dead.

Everything you have I will turn against you. I'll turn sugar bitter for you. I'll take your very shield and crack it on your head.

Pain, however, is no story in itself.

Anyway, I'm a wolf living with people, and there's a name for wolves that live with people. If he whistled, I'd come running.

What good are you to me now, when I am—this? Where were you when there was still summer in my heart? Come back a month ago, a decade, but come back to before I had to forgive you. Just come back and ask again; I'll wait if it takes forever this time.

I never know how to refer to previous incarnations of myself in a way that honestly acknowledges the present without sacrificing the past.