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It has been written

"What should one do--      if one should do what one should have?"
I would say;      one should do nothing for that,      but to move on for the meeting of tomorrow.
It's not destined then.
Unless--      I have made my decision.


Of how differently you call me by my name

I want to write something about you, anything at all, if any, about you. So I keep staring at this blank white page, trying to remember everything about you, anything at all, if any, about you.
Maybe if I try hard enough, I might see your face, the shirt you wear when we first met, the way you move your hands when you speak, how your right hand nails longer than the other, and when you walk alone behind me. But I can't remember all that clearly when now a melody sounds like a memory.
I do remember one thing though. Something that I can't write it down, or draw it in precise, but I remember it clearly-- of how differently you call me by my name.