a delicate fade

there is a picture in the window

a faded image in the half-glow

and I can see through this night line to the world outside

but first this quiet falling on my mind

and a display of empty things

I think I have forgotten how to dream

and hope, maybe I remember what that means.

there is a story in the white book

a vague memory in my notebook

and I can see through the dead lines to the tears inside

but first this silence pounding on my eyes, and a cascade of simple things

I think I have forgotten what that means

(maybe I remembered how to dream).

a lifetime and I saw you

I can see you change

I remember everything (except what I am now)

I remember how I spent all this time looking

a lifetime watching, but I lost myself somewhere

I found myself between what is and what was meant to be.

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