It was such a short time,
just a filament in the tapestry.
Thoughts of you made ruts in my mind;
it was the same old story.
So let's don't ever pretend
it was more true than a lie;
I'll live again,
and you never died.
Or did we ever live
till we were together?
Or are we living now?
Or did we wake up ever?
Perhaps my heart had faltered
long 'fore you broke its strings;
Perhaps yours wasn't altered
by any mortal means.
But broke or even absent,
Where'er our hearts may lie,
somewhere you're missing fragments--
I know, for so am I.
With me rests one piece of your heart--
and you keep parts of mine--
Don't call the time we held them short;
I've missed mine for a lifetime.
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