Speak frankly
But sweetly
Tell me no lies
Whisper the
Truth of the matter
As you stroke
My hair
There is no future
For us here
This is only a
Resting place

We were lost
Searching for the
Paragon of love
Reaching with
Anxious fingers
That got caught
Somewhere in the
In-between
To call this
Love would be
Another reach still

We share our
Battle scars
You run your hand
Down mine
As I survey yours
There’s a comfort
In your arms
The weathered
Tone of your voice
As it washes
Over me

Caught in the
In-between
We take our time
Before going
Our separate ways
Searching for the
Paragon of love
Both of us
Move forward
Thinking of those
We leave behind

— B.

 

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