I passed by that road again
A scent remained
Of yours still there
Reminding me of why I don’t come this way
For you were preserved
Underneath a trunk
Opened only when the tears came,
Which was often.
And then you remained
Only a shadow I longed to keep,
With which I covered myself with
On lonely nights when I got no sleep.
But if I passed by that winding road again,
Someday you might be standing there
And would have forgotten who I am and I would
Wonder why I still showed up to care.
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