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impasse
We are sitting in the sand
listening to our deadened hearts
that have loved too long
and too hard
and we are inhaling anything
and everything that they say will cease
their beating prematurely.
Your heartstrings are frayed where
musicians played you a symphony and left
before you could ask for an encore
and my chest sings in shallow rhythms to an empty concert hall.
The sun will touch the water in 4 minutes and 38 seconds
and disappear for the next 12 hours and we still trust it to be there when we wake up.
I am almost just as comforted to know
that if I lean over and kiss you again
nothing will get easier for me
but nothing will get harder.
listening to our deadened hearts
that have loved too long
and too hard
and we are inhaling anything
and everything that they say will cease
their beating prematurely.
Your heartstrings are frayed where
musicians played you a symphony and left
before you could ask for an encore
and my chest sings in shallow rhythms to an empty concert hall.
The sun will touch the water in 4 minutes and 38 seconds
and disappear for the next 12 hours and we still trust it to be there when we wake up.
I am almost just as comforted to know
that if I lean over and kiss you again
nothing will get easier for me
but nothing will get harder.
Published 1st May 2013
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