This morning, just before I opened my eyes, just before the first light, just at the tip my consciousness, it was your face I saw again, smiling and nodding just like that evening. It was at that moment that I was aware of myself, and that I was only alone, and you were just a figment, flame, and filament, and yet that lit up across time and world and made a pyre of my placid, peaceful life. How I long for the day before yesterday.
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