Please go, McCoy, be brief;
Please let him sleep in peace;
Allow him short respite
From his all-consuming grief.
And yet your words assail me;
You know not what you say;
But I can surely help him
If you'll only go away.
Please go, McCoy just - go
And stop this word tirade;
Your tongue cuts me so deeply
Like a whip or keenest blade.
I do know what it is to love
Though I seem cold and apart;
I keep all my emotions
Locked in my Vulcan heart.
At last I am alone with Jim
As he rests in dreamless sleep;
I watch softly over him
Ensuring his sleep is deep.
Then I gently place my fingers
To meld our minds and let
No memory of Reena linger
As I bid your mind - "Forget."
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