The Words Stick Like Toffee in summer,
The telephone face Seems Tough to Turn as the Number You call Disappear,
With one tiny Click your back In the Room, but it’s strangely dissimilar now.
Something distorted The Moment You Were Away, So Subtle But ever So Loud.
A Shake of The Head And A Moment Free, Spent Wisely Just Wishing this wasnt to be.
Light Seems to want to run away, the shadows all promise to Hang around Smiling, Miserable, Murky Grey,
Lets Call this our winter,
The bitter frost makes for a perfect reflection of us.
I miss it, I will dream of it, and I won’t stop remembering it…
The graves we pass are instants we commit to memory.
Disparaged by the look away you seemed to look forward to.
Don’t look away any more,
The Need is no longer in attendance,
As bravery takes over and the world seems a scary limitless road.
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