In Passing

There is this impression 
I feel is overtaking me
To overthrow discretion
Suppression could be breaking me
A motion of the unrelenting
I may lack strength enough my own
The sweetest sickness, tormenting
When it seems we're alone 
Because I know you like you know me
Thorough, inside and out
The disguised comfort, death by decree 
To replenish my thoughts with doubt 
As if you would never abandon me 
When I was all that's left 
But what taking your hand demands of me 
Is to lose what I've progressed 
I know these things and have always,
I'm not ready to go back yet!
How glamorous, the worst of days
What you'll not let me forget...
These moments blurring as they pass 
I thought in passing wasn't to last...

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