Do you remember what we did - ?
I do not, for it was nothing
but the starry gaze :
It was to divide ourselves
with eachother.
Then everything was possible.
To notice,
not the most beautifull girl, or fashionable,
but the type made of marriage and cuddles,
yet she is a Monad,
and I am with the Menoads
as days and nights we are - can never be,
would not even ask her :
I know not how or where the scars
or skindeep rifts came from,
the bite marks,
or claw trails which made
tracks across
the walls and floor.
To admit,
O' how I long for a family and children - :
Was there a woman for it, it'd be her,
but it is to elude
into illusions, fatamorgana
to even attempt a relation, as distance
is in departure soon.
But we died at some point.
over and over until
in death
do us part - but it already did
I make you a
sandwich every day now.
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