this close ontop of my awarenessnnthat you’re no longer loving mennand we’re no longer as we’ve beennnnnit seems so distant to declare this:nni think i’ve gotten over younnin one way i’m ashamed, but then innnnmust say i prefer to let you go,nnerase you out of my conciousness,nnto lie here all alone and crynnthe choice is rather given, thinking clear