Years will be removed
so that the next day I see you
will be next to today.
I won't tell you I'm going east
to the sea
I don't want you to see it.
That way you'll put me in a taxi
though I'm really on a dock, far away
And the taxi will leave me in front of your house.
But I won't get off the sidewalk, not even from the dock
I'll sit and face the street
and you'll keep wondering what I'm thinking
until you don't know me anymore.
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