Does it matter that your hand print is permanently seared onto my flesh?
Does it matter that history has been corrupted by our existence?
Will you mourn the death of us, even when we've been dead for ages?
Is there sadness where there is anger and regret?
How will you remember me?
Beautiful and excitable... a harpy and a monster?
When will you forget? Instantaneously? Eventually?
Will you find her?
Your prized possession? Your trophy... Your bragging right?
Will you love her more than me? Hopefully... Probably.
Is there more you can be with her, that I stifled?
Can you be the person you couldn't be with me?
Will I replace you? Never.
Are there moments I can replace? Never.
Is there another place, I'll find, that I can call home? Never.
Will I return to your arms? Never.
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