the thing

The thing permeated me
Took over all my memory
Substituted hers for my own.

And I walked initially sightless.

Until I stopped forgetting
And remembered regretting
How the thing dominated me.

Still I strove to send it away
Ignored it until her light of day
Darkened my heart initially.

And I cried finally frightless.

That was the first time,
Presciently I started to see
That I may be the better for it,
Perhaps now maybe eventually.

All from another’s love never my own.

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