You knew me,
better than I wanted to be known,
at the time at least,
not like now,
when I wanted more than I was willing to admit,
even to myself,
and I wanted to say more,
but then I didn't,
and then I slept,
and slept more,
until the Sun moved in and out of the Fata Morgana,
like it had knocked on that door before,
like I had,
when I couldn't see straight,
when I couldn't keep my eyes open---
and then I changed,
even though I wasn't sure how,
but enough to bring in someone,
or something new
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