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Solitary Strangers
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Already I am in mourning.
Clocking the memories we had
into a box.
I will keep them inside
and never re-open them.
To do so breaks my heart already.
I am already suffering
as if you have already gone.
My heart flips into a thousand
different pieces.
Like glass, I see through
the perspectives we had.
Where will you go when we are gone?
Already you are never coming back.
You kill me softly with your distance,
your sense of being who you are.
Which doesn't include me
Which doesn't exclude me.
Either way, we are talking together
as if we were already strangers.
Already I awake to find that you
are empty in the bed beside me.
