I'm still here

It's been some time, as I am well aware
implanting my roots in this empty waiting room
reciting intimate prayers
stretching my breathe if
it is ever possible to touch
and caress
and remind
you
that I love your dearly
silently in my small corner
of indecent isolation, surrounded
by everything I have never had
sad
glad
mad
playing songs which bring me back
to those very few moments
that I was able to play
and I loved it.
I'm still here
wearing my shirt around my trunk
waiting for you to climb me
to climb me
to climb me.