And i would hold him, stroke his face, and shed a tear for this wasted beauty. "When i do not weep openly at your funeral, it is not because i have not loved you. it is because i have known you." "Will you no be beside me?" he may ask... and i can only wish i will be, but how can one see into a future of one whose present is so carefully held
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