Slowly, she evaporates
out of my sight, evaporates
from any place that tolerated her.
Kept on about deserved respect,
as if I would cave,
as if I would regret.
Kept on about uncovering the truth.
She comes to me, out of the blue,
says that I’m sick,
says that I’m bound to lose.
I tell her that she’s channeling you.
And how you try so hard to prove
that you have nothing to prove.