is what I think this leans into
how else do I perceive this
The passing of time
as persistent as it is
eats into what is left of my light
and it feels good too
it is not casting shadows
for you are absent
I could imagine you here
I would need to stop doing so first
to do that again
is a paradox
at best
in my mind this moment never passes
it is me there, hiding my face
in your beautiful hair
long, shiny, black as the night
the nights I have lived in lone
I
me
you
distinct, demarcated by you
you , I being you
and I forgetting I exist
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