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Let me have it.

It's all I have now

and I beg you,

please,

let it remain my own.



If this all you leave me

then let it be the

sweet staple of the last

days of us.



I am made naught by

your words.  They bite

and tear as if to

consume my soul and

rend the life I have

left from my failing grasp.



And all I can do is

watch in horror as

our beautiful cathedral

of love is destroyed

brick-by-brick, cuppola-

by-cuppola, minaret-by-

minaret.  



Until finally, it is no

longer standing. And all

I have left is the illusion

of a love that never was.



So then, let it stay.  Leave

it to me as a man leaves his

legacy to an infant son. And

allow me to slip into the world

that exists only in my head

where we are always one and

happy.  



I want my illusion to always

remain fresh and poignant.  

In this way, way we are eternally

joined.