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Never asked for much settled for much too little
you kept your distance I kept trying to close the gap.
The fault lies with me you were who you are
I consented to the cold comfort of pretense.
We’d learned to be afraid before we ever met
could not abandon those lessons.

Love is a kind of amnesia but we could not forget
our better natures bound to the will of frightened children.
The blame and the sorrow were easy enough
good reasons to hide without seeking.
Someday I will find you with no memories
someday we will find each other anew.