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My reflection becomes infused 
with the amber of this autumn sunset - 
and I am taken 
by the few beauties that remain 
in this otherwise colorless land.

The sounds that fill this moment
do not match the scenery-
and though these words 
seem burned into my memory, 
this too, I will forget -

and I will carry on in ambivalence...
I cannot make this choice alone.

And I remember the first time 
I saw this dream descend - 
and I remember how it felt 
to believe for once
in what my eyes had seen... 
and I remember how it felt
to understand it all.

All I ask
is that you do not make a promise 
you don't intend to keep-
and all I ask
is that you do not utter these words
until you've mastered the subtlety 
of the language that we speak...

I watch patiently 
as the sky returns to a comfortable blue, 
and though I feel displaced, 
I can accept this tragedy for what it is 
and though specifics still elude my grasp
I still know what I am to you -

And I am simply glad
that we have come this far.