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If you don't know who you are
Then you never were much to me anyway
If you don't know you're fading fast
I wonder how long you thought this would last

You've extricated yourself from my life
With busyness and business and other such excuses
And certainly you must know a rose untended to
Will die on the vine

I wish there was something more than history
To fill my memories
To remind me of why I even bother trying
This may indeed be our last hurrah

But it doesn't feel very festive to me
A death is a death by any name
And for you my dear, I no longer feel the same

And not with a bang but with a whimper
Will this - what? relationship? breathes its last
Don't worry my dear
We'll always have the past.