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I can taste your voice in a falling tear,
It’s the only song I ever want to hear.
And would anyone help me in this endeavor,
To weep; to weep and taste this tear forever?

Could I be young and foolish for one more hour?
I want to bring you something—one more flower.
There is so much left to say; so much left untold,
And I can’t keep my hands off what I cannot hold.

I have no reason to believe, but I can’t help it,
And though the game is over, I just can’t quit.
And though nothing feels the same here underground
I’m just so glad that you’re hanging around.

I cannot die without letting you know
That it’s impossible to let you go.
And I do not know what I can do
Because I can’t break my mind free of you.

Walking home has never felt this strange before.
I feel like a stranger knocking at my own door.
And this home is where we both can never be
While you keep breaking through every piece of me.

I can’t take my eyes from you in the snow,
Though I lost you in the storm long ago.
I feel like I’m drowning in shards of glass
The world has fallen, and this shall not pass.

There is still time to make these amends,
And walk away as more than friends.
No-one else knows my soul and its meaning
But perhaps I am only dreaming…

© 2021 Marten Hoyle