Somebody wrote "tender" in the novel's margins

As if to remind about a precious force

In the next paragraph the protagonist sat down on the belly of a dead horse

The author I read fell from a window, many stories high

Stretching out to feed pigeons or a stray cat (Depending on the website)

Whether or not I have or was given

A little more time

There just doesn't seem to be much room for a reply

And it's possible it only belongs where it happened, fine

According to John fear softens into doubt

To what do I cling and think is mine?

No reply

"Think the last time I came up this way I was younger"

Said your aunt, isn't it a good line?

We found the garden abandoned and that night became dark

Over chicken and wine

Documentarians tossing lemmings stunned over the edge

Wartime juveniles shot and martyred for the crime of stealing eggs

Dinner by the way, was divine

I drank the last of the coffee waiting for you to rise

Whether or not I have or was given

A little more time

There just doesn't seem to be much room for a reply

And it's possible it only belongs where it happened, fine

According to John fear softens into doubt

To what do I cling and think is

Whether or not I have or was given

A little more time

There just doesn't seem to be much room for your reply

And it's possible it only belongs where it happened, fine

According to John fear softens into doubt

To what do I cling and think is mine?

No reply

Reply, no