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He will not write again,
Nor call, nor come;
For love has died—
The love that lives next door.

Today is the last time
I gaze into a stranger’s window;
I see within it a mortal body—
One that will always be alone.
Today is the last time
I felt the walls closing in;
I was afraid to leave the house—
It felt as though someone was always watching me.
Yet still, I am leaving now—
Just as you once left long ago.
Now I, too, am but a mortal body—
One that once knew you.

He will not write again,
Nor call, nor come;
For love has died—
The love that lives next door.

It is hard to hate people
While shutting oneself away in a world of joy;
Yet I am pierced by a single thought—
And by the windows in the apartment next door.
The ceiling presses ever lower, and again,
The walls crush me from within;
When the ground gives way beneath my feet,
I will not remain—forgive me.
You left so long ago;
Your life knows no rules.
You did not leave *me*—no—
It was *I* who forced you away.

He will not write again,
Nor call, nor come;
For love has died—
The love that lives next door.