Ceramic Heart

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A charade of you and me
Forced too soon to see the truth,
that I must endure life
without you.
Time has come and gone for me.
Trivial moments, memories
Of a heart that no longer needs me.
A heart
A soul
What can it know?
That I cannot be without you.
Surely not
I am nothing to you now.
No more than a charade.