Next to me you
are the longing.

How long did I long
for you?
How long and I
did not even
know it?

You were in my memories
the question.
You were
the regret.
Because I simply
did not know.

And now I know.
I am knowing.

And still you stand next to me.
And still I long.


Image Copyright DC Comics 1979
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