I won't go through this again.
What's it matter
             When all I ever cared
Left reasons to be thrown away.
Isn't it enough —
To see?
To comfort?
To find familiarity
In unfamiliar love.
Each person I touch,
Is a memory.
Fading.Sweeping.
Slowly.Creeping.
To darker corners.
Unwilling.
To play their part.
This pantomime is such a bore.
Is it really so hard?
All I want
Is what you owe.