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Perhaps I ought to pay attention to
The slight, insistent pressure in my brain
Which, while quite near to driving me insane,
Repeats a single word. Of course, it's "you."
Although that doesn't tell me what to do,
Or even to which "you" it should pertain,
It's in my mind, and so it's very plain.
I don't imagine that there's that much new
In what I've said, except, maybe, for this:
I cannot listen, though I wish I could,
Because there is no point to following
My mad self-urgings. There will be no kiss,
No cinematic ending to this thing,
And so it's best to say goodbye for good.