the thread of words between us grows thinner
each and every day
you think you know me
but you guess at best
its your habit
your latest custom
an unforgiving way
your ears no longer listen
they only serve to hold your expression to your face
you think you know me
but you've forgotten how to ask
and inquiry is the only way to
really know
you think you know me
but after next morning's light
I'll be gone
you'll be left alone
maybe
the clock will remind you how time has passed so quickly
and the mirror may reflect how we once
looked into each others' face
you think you know me
but you've forgotten how to ask
the important questions
all that remains will be the memories
and soon those too will fade
and be erased
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