Friday, 11 May 2012


Strange not to stare at an empty bed and
not to fear what should be but isn't there,
It is one thing to theorycraft when I'm alone,
quite different when others see it done

At this point you claim to feel like an adult.
Well, didn't you always? Why try so hard
to be seen as seemingly something
that you've always really been?

Big talk turns to smaller matters,
like the expense of a foreign holiday
or how you would rather not explain
that particular twinkle in your eye.

Peering into beer at the bottom of a glass
I see many things that could and cannot be.
"Tell me our future" you said;
I replied, "We're not both alone instead."

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