My likeness called across
the room, but you I didn't know.
In place of mine was someone's
mouth slow dancing you around.
I dreamed a tempest and
I woke and ran upon the sea, and
when the waves had fell away
remembered Nathalie.
I visited the birthplace of our love
but restless in the night I came
to where we almost died:
He found himself another man,
so eager to be true, he said
the things I liked to hear
but never spoke of you.
When it got cold, he bundled up
and waited by the door. He brags
about me to his friends as if
I were her whore.
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