John Dedeke

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The No Ones

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One day I won't remember you

Like the ones I don't remember now, 
The ones that lit me on fire 
And pressed on my chest until I stopped breathing
Only to release me and laugh with me like we were 
The only ones who ever laughed,

The ones who stayed up late with me 
And listened, listened, listened 

The ones I never saw at all, 
The ones I only knew as names 
And words and wounds, 

All these ones who were the only ones
Until they were no ones 
And I was no one