I Cry for Two
You used to say my heart was cold. You had a point if truth be told. The highs and lows your passion bred led me to choose a reasoned head.
The years I spent avoiding pain have all come back to stake their claim. I cry for me – I cry for you. It’s left to me to cry for two.
My face contorts while yours is blank. We have the same disease to thank.
I’m quick to learn and caught on fast. An expert in the job at last.
Ironic how a coin will turn. You barely spark where now I burn. By abdication, feeling reigns. It isn’t such an awful change.
Another current in the flow – I’m conscious of the undertow. But navigate the grander track without a thought of turning back.
Copyright © Thomas Swinscoe | Year Posted 2013
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