(A Memory, from the Madman)

“Go, if you
need to,”
my words
are soft.

My love, you
are not a King now;
these four white walls
cannot hold a soul

in this much
pain
without
screaming.

This has torn you apart
I can see that, and I
will still love you
beyond your ruins.

I will stay
with you
until
dawn.

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