Okay, so originally this was called ... .- -.-- but apparently this site can't handle that level of pure artistic genius (=s ?? wut?) but anyway, to save you the bother of looking up morse code, or dare I say cracking it yourself, that title says 'Say.'

You might, but I doubt it, have been wondering why I haven't had anything new for a while and I'd love to tell you I have this epic masterpiece I've been working on but I haven't.

I don't know why, maybe I've said all I have to say, maybe I'm too depressed to even bother writing anything but anyway ...

This poem explains all that and is written for/to/in the general direction of the object of all my poems, scriblings, doodles, thoughts and dreams.

And no, she still has no idea.

And yes, I regret eveery effing second.

But no I haven't given up.

But only because I gave up on giving up.