The Corners

July 21, 2012 § Leave a comment

Funny after all these years

We still talk like getting in the corners,

And I know you – we grew around each other;

We never seem to touch.

You used to be the one;

Before we made each other colder, loner,

We tried it in the spotlight, squinting –

You used to be the one.

We don’t always have to talk, my

Eyes are on the tiny bits of grey

Which seem so queer and out of place;

I remember your black hair.

We never seemed to touch,

Even when you must have been there,

What is touch, oh what is touch?

I must have known you’re not the one.

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