I am going to leave.
He belongs to someone from long ago.
Silence.
You must remember me.
You must remember.
Silence.
You must remember me.
A despicable dream
An unthinkable risk.
I cannot put my mind to it.
You remember me.
In the dark he is real,
You do not explain it to yourself.
You do not explain it to yourself.
You certainly do not explain it.
It slips away,
your grasp of the truth,
until nearly forgotten.
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