i knew that you wantedneededyearned to talk
but i had to go
and no entreaty could sway me from my course,
so you didn’t entreat,
nor did you cry,
but sitting there calmly,
in that moment i watched you die;
and what was you before
became cloaked in stone
and in statuesque grandeur
you calmly watched me walk away
because i had to go.
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the sieve and the sand 
First me, then RC, now you. It’s like we’re perpetuating metaphysical voyeurism.
it’s the best kind.
yes, much better than regular voyeurism.