dear friend
theres a wind that blows
sweeping through your talk
blowing up our walk
my heart once held a rhythm
quick and easy - light and loving
but the song we sang now sits in silence
barely breathing beneath blinds drawn shut
and i wonder where you go when im not here
and you wonder where i go when youre still here
and we wonder where we lost the light
and if we let the sparks slip through our knowing fingers
but for now i yearn with every casual sigh
though the petals of optimism quickly fade
passing through your stone facade
the game grows stale 'neath our varnished gaze
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