Staring at memories of her will
And the expectations she will count
Then leave them on that hill.
In mortifying sadness she'll be asked
Why everything is so dark and hollow
And the answer she won't try to mask
She has nothing else to follow.
But she is not me, and I will ever deny
Untrue remarks and uttered threats
I at least try, and hope not to lie
When the sun I love sets.
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