hmm...
"Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden. My words echo
Thus, in your mind."
-T. S. Eliot, "Four Quartets"
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I didn't hear you leave, I wonder how am I still here
I don't want to move a thing, it might change my memory
Oh I am what I am, I'll do what I want, but I can't hide
I won't go, I won't sleep, I can't breathe, until you're resting
here with me
I won't leave, I can't hide, I cannot be, until you're resting here
with me
I don't want to call my friends, they might wake me from this
dream
And I can't leave this bed, risk forgetting all that's been