Friday, March 2, 2012


Breathing without her
Pretending we never were
But it is my fear
That you are not here
So how is it that you
Continue with what you do?
I am glad you are not hurt
And could shake it off your shirt
But I thought I was fine
And that you were dying
But I realize life is too short
To behave in this sort
So mutually we turn
As the bridge does not burn
We gather together again
And restart to begin

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