The world walks on around, day by day,
Like you did when you walked away,
Almost leisurely in turning everything.
There was no great crash, no thundering
End to the world–I only heard it
behind my face.
It took no work to hide my private
disgrace
Within the four walls of my mind, and
of my home
So that when I am suffering, I'm
sheltered; I'm alone.
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