It must have been midday,
when we almost met that day.
You shouted,I think, \"Fear not the Fall\",
while I was busy walking down the corridor.
It must have been midnight,
when we almost said Goodbye.
You whispered,I think,\"Fear not the Dark\",
while I was busy listening to Bach.
It must have been midsummer,
when things almost never seem to matter.
You sang,I think,\"Fear not the pain\",
while I was busy exposing my skeletal remains.
I have always been saddened by the words you say.
Mindless,Meaningless,Dispiriting Tales. Almost....