not you, my love.
do not hide yourself.
what have you said?
are you my friend. . . or are you a dreaded foe?
why must your presence be unknown, forever haunting my conscious. . .
why, o why, were you there before? has my memory fled me like all of my loved ones have?
god almighty, bring you back to me, my true love, my lost comment, for i have always secretly admired you. . . regardless of your message. . . you have given me popularity, you have given me immense vanity.
come back to me, o heaven, come back.
dear comment, you have been hidden by those who have strung you together, each letter binding together like strings weaving together a simple stitch. . .
i call out to you once more before forever silencing my dismay.
come back.