The silence is too silent, a weight to bear
like the cloak of darkness of the longest night
we keep our distance in the pale moonlight
and play solitaire.
But we had plans as lovers do
to see each other to the end.
But now you want to call me friend
and other loves pursue.
Yet, I will smile and shake your hand
as if we had never tasted passion.
I am stuck out here in no man's land
as falsehood's all the fashion.
But tell me, won't you, what happens when
our eyes meet and time stands still
swept up in love again
against our will.
What drags us back to yesteryear
no matter what we say or do?
How many years have we passed through
yet youthful we appear.
Oh, how the mind remembers love
the lucky two of fates star-crossed.
But foolish youth, opportunity lost.
A beloved now we're bereft of.
So here I sit in no man's land
because there is no going back.
I hope, I pray I cut me some slack
with my feet stuck in the sand.
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