Maybe you'll remember
My hands flicking through
A thousand pages of the past;
Reading the paths of
A thousand futures.
Maybe you'll think
About what I last said,
And try to misinterpret it
So that you can understand me better.
Maybe you'll see me,
Just for an instant.
I might remind you of a pressing place,
An urging sensation.
Maybe you'll recognise me,
Drifting among the other strangers.
But I gave up on expectations
Long before we entered this room.
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