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I don't know how long it's been, perhaps an eternity. Time isn’t real here, nothing is. The stone I rest my sore body on isn’t real, the endless sky both above and below me isn't real.
And every time I open my eyes, I see her there. Standing just out of reach, my sweet Merrill. While my face has grown heavy with wrinkles, grey streaks painting my hair, she stands there as beautiful and as young as I had left her. It's not her, I know it isn't, it never has been. She simply stands and stares.
My eyes grow heavy and I close them again, when I open them once more to a new strange noise, my love has changed, her hair is long, and her face is deepened with rich wrinkles, a beauty I never got to see. Her hand reaches out to mine, tears in her eyes.
I would be a fool to reach out, to indulge this demon.
I have always been a fool.
I can't let my daisy cry