Can you imagine anything so terrible.
Seeing but not knowing
observing but not recognizing
Who was that man on the bridge...
There is a pain there
behind a wall of forced blankness
a name on the tip of the tongue
that keeps moving forward no matter
the speed with which you chase
I knew him...
There is a pain there
a sliver forced into that ice cold wall
with every still breath
the crack expands
tickling
maybe if you keep quiet
you can reach it
But I KNEW him...
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