You Killed Yourself and Didn't
Think of Me
Art of the Fugue, Contrapunctus 1.By J.S. Bach. Sequencer
unknown.Modified by David Grossman.
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Copyright by Nicholas
What agony impelled you not to be?I loved you--wasn't that
enough for you?You killed yourself and didn't think of me,
Nor saw through my eyes what you made me see,Nor cared about
my life when yours was through.And now your pain becomes my
And I must fight to keep my sanity,For what you did defines
what must be true:You killed yourself and didn't think of me.
I cannot think you did it selfishly;So great a sacrifice
leaves nothing due.But now your pain becomes my legacy,
And I must sail across that bitter seaThat leaves no trace of
joy or residue.You killed yourself and didn't think of me,So now
your pain becomes my legacy.