We were the greatest story ever told
until we started telling ourselves
other stories.
A little worse for wear, a little bitter.
I'll close my eyes to the world outside
if you tell me one real thing:
am I better off alone?
Maybe it's been time
to give up and go
for longer than I care to know.
The timing never felt so right,
down to the seconds,
compounding silence and memories.
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