I have always wondered, suppose I have loved and been loved,
and you and I are separated by vast space and infinite time, the only sign of
your existence is my fleeting thoughts and fading memory, and every shred of
evidence, is gone, by your careful design - the not-so-accidental removal of
notes, cards, photos, videos and that have served as reminders of you, me, and
you and me, the sworn secrecy of the state of our being, the disappearing act
that you have perfected over decades of sound practice. You are a creature of
habit, and you are the king of your castle with many dark tunnels and escape
hatches.
The day will come when the mirage will vaporize and you
shall disappear with it permanently, and all I have left is the vast emptiness
of dust, and the warning horn screaming through the desert air, urging the
arrival of another sandstorm.
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