The Approach Lost
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I see you walk towards me dismal sky above
No Caribian blue and child beside you
Yes as we speed closer no need to talk just think I followed their advice
But look at the debt they ask of us now.
You stare as you approach delivering contempt and tightened lip
I only replied to your demands and shots to my bough
Ever closer to each other embarressed in separation or proud
Can we not shop in the same shops or drink with the same crowd
Check a pocket to be cool of nerve and look for nothing only our child
She too looks at me in contempt but why then look away as programmed
A gone by moment never to be captured or re-captured, discussed or mentioned
just like a shooting star never shall you find a time so wasted so lost as this.
11-02-2012
Copyright © Ian Foley | Year Posted 2012
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