Tell . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
I
do
.
n
o
t
.
know,
–
–
how
.
t
o
.
tell
you . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
f
o
r
–
–
–
I
.
a
m
.
too
ashamed
–
–
inside
.
t
h
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.
shell,
.
.
a
n
d
.
.
a
little
.
t
o
o
.
shy
.
a
s
.
well,
.
.
t
o
.
.
break
.
t
h
e
.
silent
spell . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
s
o
–
–
–
it’s
easier
.
t
o
.
smile,
.
a
n
d
.
wave,
.
a
n
d
.
wish
.
y
o
u
.
well . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ I
smile,
.
a
n
d
.
wave,
.
a
n
d
.
wish
.
y
o
u
.
well . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
There
once
.
w
a
s
.
a
dream
–
–
breathing
next
.
t
o
.
me . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
waiting . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
.
waiting . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
waiting . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
b
e
f
o
r
e
–
–
–
turning
away
.
a
n
d
.
fading
.
i
n
t
o
.
distance . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ it
turned
away
.
a
n
d
.
faded
.
i
n
t
o
.
distance . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
leaving
nothing
.
b
u
t
.
silence,
.
.
a
n
d
.
.
the
memory
.
o
f
.
what
might
.
h
a
v
e
.
been . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ the
memory
.
o
f
.
what
might
.
h
a
v
e
.
been . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
Linger . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ the
feelings
linger . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
b
u
t
–
–
–
now
that
.
y
o
u
.
have
gone . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
they
taunt,
.
a
n
d
.
tease,
.
a
n
d
.
haunt
.
m
e
.
more . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
They
taunt,
.
a
n
d
.
tease,
.
a
n
d
.
haunt . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
They
taunt,
.
a
n
d
.
tease,
.
a
n
d
.
haunt . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
They
taunt,
.
a
n
d
.
tease,
.
a
n
d
.
haunt
.
m
e
.
more . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
t
h
a
n
–
–
–
anything
.
e
v
e
r
.
before.
Reflection: This was a forgotten romantic-themed poem that I wrote back in January of 2018 where the affected party experiences a heart-wrenching turn of events which, at that point in time, seem too insurmountable for him or her to change. This poem was primarily inspired by the wonderful, moving movie: “Call Me By My Name.”