This is for You.

You needn't reply
if the words aren't there.
I know.
This is for You.

If I feel like the world is dead,
I turn to you,
and you understand.
This is for You.

After we read a depressing book,
we look at each other without true smiles,
and we both write.
This is for You.

If I feel as if been drowned
by my own condemning thoughts,
you lift me up, and I lean on you.
This is for You.

I was lost; yet now found.
I know not what else to say,
the words have slipped away.
This is for You.

The words are now gone.
They taste of melted ice.
Water that I swallow.
Escaped.