what now?

chasing the fleeting time
speak the same language
the language of compassion
the understanding of the distance
between us and the time
here we are
the two of us
mending lost lyrics to our song
but it’s not another try of love gone
a friendship you say, remains
if that’s all i get
fine, a worthy keepsake
to hold and have

© simon whittle — from lovers’ tiff: a ballad

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