You and I sit face to face- in silence
between us an empty space:
Unsaid words, un uttered cries
emanate to drown, to die,
And in rage dismantled hearts
beat in discord. Songs of
long past springs no more
beguile senses,we grow
worn and stale.
That young Love
now a dead albatross
that hangs on withered necks
mute reminder of rosy days.
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