You seem to linger, every step is slow,
Half-sidling, half-walking, watching me
As if you wanted to...oh, I don't know,
I'd say you wanted...that's a fantasy.
But when you brighten as I speak, it seems
Like something more. You do not leave
As if you wanted to, and something gleams
Inside your eyes. I wish I could believe
It meant something, but no, the time is past
When I could think of that. It must have been
My stale imagination that recast
A nothing into something. To begin
All that again - it cannot be. I might
Wish it were so, but I must say goodnight.
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