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By coujeaux Date: 2003 Dec 05 Comment on this Work [[2003.12.05.02.28.20232]] |
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He sings her a pretty love song, slightly off-key; she's gone deaf in that ear, what a shame; She remembers a night she dressed for their occasional and heard another woman's name. In images together, there's semi-smile on both their faces; together they almost made one, His hesitant arms tended to grasp what he most offended; her heartbeat rhythms dead run. Through it all they've held fast to what seems an impossible past; the onetime fairytale path, It makes the unsure roads ahead a way they fear to tread; separated by common aftermath. Duty calling to hold on, make the best, but what about the rest, the things that we can't save? Always say everything will be alright but faced with each other's kryptonite are we that brave? Given all that each can spare with nothing left to share there are decisions that won't go away, Every time they defer in memory of way things were it seems it leads them both more astray. Only sure thing neither one knows is where the other one goes if not to the same arms again, Or even if they can decide to once more swallow enough pride to admit they don't know when. Indecision in noctrine persistence; while he's fast asleep she's daydreaming with vibrant detail, And the instant she's succumbed to fastmind's exhaustion he's a craving for some nighten gale. Two ships crossed last night; today it's almost, not quite; another star covered by inkblot stains, Possibilities of better things overruled by what tomorrow brings if they can salvage the remains. If someone begs to question why their dual response is a sigh, acknowledging they live in fear, Because this weep and moan is nothing compared to one all alone; better just to cry right here. |