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Too much to say, too little time
The intimacy of a confidant new
The comfort and warmth
Steadily they brew
Lost in the moments
Always too few
From dusk to twilight
Sunsets to morning dew
Slowly, time catching up
Beating us in the race
As we begin to struggle
To fill in this space
Growing between us
Slowly but surely
Threatening to prick the bubble
With it’s reality, wholly
And now as this oppressive silence
With its cold blanket, engulfs you and me
I dimly wish we could go back
To being who we used to be



  1. love the way you convey that feeling. I have definitely been there and can totally relate

  2. Oh…so nicely done… brought back memories of how I used to feel this way .. : ( well done! Cheers! : )

  3. Yes it indeed reminds me of that feeling!

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