#97 Remember - The Watcher

She was the watcher. That was all that she did

She would watch the world without interaction

It's all she'd done since she was a kid

It would've been all she'd do until death



But I, I sought out and met the watcher in person

I wanted to discuss great things

They marvels she'd seen, but also her aversion

To going out and experiencing the world



"Will you not come with me?" I near begged at her side

But not because of her beauty or looks

You've been cooped up too long watching from inside

The earth is there for all to enjoy



She looked at me, and gave a wise, tired sigh

"I would like nothing more than to explore with you

But I stay here for a reason, and you must understand why"

I waited so I could hear what she would say



"The world is more beautiful than you could possibly realise

I have seen thing no others ever will

But these memories no exist no place but behind my eyes

I could not stand them to vanish if I would go



Life and all in it is temporary

It is fleeting and transient at best

So I must stay to hold it my memory

To let it last. To let it live, if just a little while more.

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