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Invisible to You

I sit, invisible...
hidden by the snowy hill tops
watching him as he quietly breathes,
almost silently.

He looks to the water,
he quietly whispers.
He does not remember,
he wants to remember.

I can tell what it is he is feeling...
I can tell what it is he wants...

I yearn to hive him his answers
but I know he is best to be left
hidden in the dark.

He nor I can change it
so why would I make him suffer over it?
We cannot fix this...
we cannot make it alright.

...

Why would I remind him,
remind him of what we had
when I,
when I am dead.




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