Playful Sobs of Lullaby

Mournful silence in which they cry. The union that has left them cold. The remnants of a lie that sold. Did we head into this deal blind? Can we say we weren’t of right mind? Broken, crumpled; before your eyes. Collateral to your self –demise. All the things you did not see. Until they forced a mirror to thee. Did we think of one another? Can we say we that you’re my lover? No answer? Nothing left to say? I’m sorry my dear. This time I didn’t come back. I’m sorry. Please hear.