The Fact

It was the broken car, smashed against the light post

And the dark green jacket half pulled through the window

And the dimness of the winter day, causing all to list into unrealness

And seeing myself outside myself, like some minor character in a black and white movie

That caused my introspection

And the detached acceptance of the fact, that I will never love him

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