Writing on the Wall

Petals were strewn on the table

It was all that was left of the fight

We did what we could with the ashes

But this, we weren’t getting quite right.

Silence is our big adventure now

Lies are what they cost.

The absence of what we believed

What now is what we’ve lost.

I stood at the door tonight

Thinking of you somewhere.

I’ve often wondered if you thought of me

And if you were really there.

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