This required you to give a fuck,
to care,
even in the slightest,
about someone other than yourself,
and when I knew that wouldn't happen,
I started to get concerned,
I was worried about the dark hours ahead,
mostly if I would remember a flashlight,
and if it would be my friend or foe,
and if we would dizzy ourselves with echoes,
across canyons,
and in here,
in the rotunda,
and under the clouds,
the lot of them,
I just wondered when you were going to step away from the looking pond,
the looking pond
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