Sometimes I sense your presence in my room


Aubrey Beardsley (1872 –189




Sometimes I sense your presence in my room
as if you actually were here with me and close.
Over time, I’ve had to give up my attempts to
be sensible and wise about us and give you up.
As ”we” is something that’s not possible to be.
But this ”we” exists! Sometimes I ask you ”but
what if we came to live together openly and if
people got to know it and gossip about it and
doomed you?” Then you tell me you wouldn’t
care. And in truth all we have is here and now!


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