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To remember you,
I collect all that is left of what we were.

So I go back inside this dark room
Where our shadows once
Danced under the glow
Of the jaundiced moon.

Engulfed by dimness
I start to search the space,
My hands becoming my eyes
Feeling textures
Known only in the dark.

Then my hand landed into something;
Something, only my eyes could stroke
Suddenly you are no longer
A fabrication of yearning,
But a carcass of reality.
The very same one
I have touched,
The very same You
I have loved.

And now I know why,
I chose to stay in the dark.