OH IT'S YOU pardon me I was in the other room reliving a book the tale carried there has nothing to do with me but while I read it it was so real I forgot I was in the room I even forgot myself strange that a tale could believe itself so much that you believe in it more than in yourself when I heard you I stood up and walked forward the book still in my hand-- only a book now a thing I carried nothing to do with you or me so good to see you again come in we're alone now