Again
8:43 p.m.//09.13.04

He chased after the reasons

For this distance

And I watched on

Always knowing

That hands will never touch

What has always been unbidden

Despoil me;

The one thing left intact

And I'll pretend

That I'm not afraid

And I'll build memories

Out of things we've never said

I'll pretend to walk away

Just one last time

To feign an indifference

To save a little face;

Such a transparent maneuver

In front of someone so cognizant

But as knowing as he is

I keep just one thing out of sight

One thing so intangible

That it burns me down deeper

And leaves me vacuous

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