The Reader-Part Two

... in a cell she was out of my world, out of my life.

I wanted her far away from me,

so unattainable that she could continue

as the mere memory she had become 

and remained all these years...

In every part of my life, too,

I stood outside myself and watched;

I saw myself functioning at the university,

with my parents and brother and sister and my friends,

but inwardly I felt no involvement.

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