And though we now pass
like ghosts in daylight,
I will not beg
to be remembered
by someone who forgets
so easily.
We are strangers now—
but I am no longer
a stranger to myself.
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And though we now pass
like ghosts in daylight,
I will not beg
to be remembered
by someone who forgets
so easily.
We are strangers now—
but I am no longer
a stranger to myself.
Then remain.
Those who find themselves no longer need witnesses.
What was real did not vanish…only the obligation to carry it forward did.
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