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All That I Need
I must've confessed at the wrong time.
Sublime as what followed should have been;
it wasn't, and I resigned myself
bleakly, to a long life without you.
But before the evident became
obvious, I had searched for our song.
In spite of our intertwining years,
nothing really felt appropriate.
I settled for something familiar,
thinking it best – romantic enough.
But it wasn't, and you never knew.
Now, when it wriggles into my ear
and I'm forced to remember how dim
our shared and supposed spark had turned,
I can at least take some comfort in
knowing that I survived without you –
that you really aren't all that I need.
