A small light flickered inside.
They stood looking at each other in the half-light,
As if each did not believe in the other's existence.
I've been a fool all down the line, he said.
It was only the other night everything was fine,
The next thing I know I'm drowning.
How many times can a man go down and still be alive?
Good Christ! I did what I had to do,
I believe that, if there's nothing else I believe.
At least, he said, you were a fool about the right things.
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