We're nothing I guess,
to each other right now.
And I can't reach out, and
I can't reach out. And I
never could! But when you
reached me -
We gave ourselves in moments
to eternity. And I gave myself
then, and I can't get out.
But mostly now I don't
think of you at all.
It's when I do, it all comes back -
but it's always too long to erase
the fact. And I hope you're okay,
but you may have died.
By now, how would I even know?
I don't deserve. Just live your life.
I can't reach out. We'll live somehow
with all this long since letting go.
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