Walking, I think of You
And Me, and our year spent together.
And only now do I see,
How My love erred.
Was it You who deceived Me
Or Me who deceived You?
Perhaps I who deceived He,
Who speaks now in truth.
But still the question on our lips
What remains if not the lie,
Cherished in the bosom,
Of our spent lives.
And I fancy you think not,
Of such as worries me,
But live as if never was,
You with me.
Neither now nor forever,
My eyes close'd no longer.
Straddled between the two,
I come to an answer,
Unsatisfying and true.
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