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I wanted to ask whether you liked watching clouds drift by.
But I stood silent, watching you.

I wanted to touch you, to feel if you were really real.
But I stood still, watching you.

I wanted to inhale your scent, the essence of you.
But I stood breathless, watching you.

I stood watching you from a distance.

I could not go near, for I feared the truth and I still fear.

I was never good at saying goodbye.

You are not dead.
With my eyes closed, I am watching you, still.

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