I sit here alone
Open seats to my left, to my right
Loneliness is a presumption about the future
Being alone is a fact
I long for her
But I long for her to become free
From her demons
I wonder if her demons are really hers,
What if I projected them, created them?
Did I shun her, did I notice her,
Could she feel noticed?
I can’t figure it out
I wanted to fulfill her dreams,
My dreams.
Dreams can only be fulfilled in the present
A task guaranteed to fail.
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