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Cenotaph
I drift towards the dawn, your cenotaph.
Where did you remain ?
There, passing among the passersby,
You linger near my habits
Unaware
Far from the enclosed world of
My deaths and rebirths
Where a shadow-thin permanence
A sentinel, welcomes without blinking
My relentless returns
You remain where I faded
And my departure erased me from
Your memory.
Discreet, polite,
It folded up my image
And left your mind
Without leaving a trace.
I carry our ruins,
And your eyes weigh heavily
In my baggage.
