The course of love, true,
never did run true enough,
didn't it. Deep! - or did it?
Well, in this case, (ours)
(or: once was): true, it did.
But hindsight is perfectly
20/20, 180 and 360 degrees
awful considering how untrue
some of what I said did, and
what you thought didn't do,
and of course (naturally)
in the interlap between
the two, where we lapped
each other's wounds
and bound them to
a point even more
wound-up, twisted
and inflicted, so we
leaped back and kissed
hurt itself; we soothed each
other half to death and as usual
did not make up,
since up
cannot truly be made. Up
is a relative value with no
real
direction
except where both stand
on some same ground
and agree to crane
their necks, perchance
to see, or reach their arms,
perchance to interleave fingers
or leave hands be? Clasped,
or just touched by tips
However it was, how it is:
"we" end up drifted apart
for
you see
we never address
the fundamental,
troublematic
point! Do
we?
One or both of us sadly
doesn't even know
/couldn't say what it
is.
/was. So,
under such
dire conditions
as those, how could
we expect love to conquer
anyone?
Let alone all,
let alone
you.
Me. Either. Or both, or
ideally - each? Trust me,
we were always in reach.
Us. You know that now, I see
you see I know that now, too.
"Us": was always right here,
right now, and now
we know that for a fact,
and so,
it hurts more than ever
how.
Will you go?
How will you go?
Drive through the wind
and the rain, again.
Cover it up. Cover it
up. There's no more
to see your direction,
my end, your steady
shine and everlasting
bend. There's no song
left to steal, not to seal
this deal over and over
again. For real,
or not for real:
I am.
So are you.
So we were.
So true.
Past tense is one hell
of a drug, if you can't take
it anymore. And heedless
of hope, regardless of all belief:
you can't.
You can't take that
away from we, for neither
can I. As we both now see
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