I'm thinking of you tonight. But who's face is it that reflects in the mirror of my mind? Is it the boy who filled my nights with dreams I could not quite touch? Or the man who wanted more than I had to give. Is it the friend who grasped a hand when the world spun wildly and tears tunneled down chiseled cheeks? Or the lover who left without regard to what he left behind. You are one and many. And I've loved you all and regretted the loving. So why is it that in the night when darkness reigns and quiet blankets my memories that I still -- think of you.

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