Monday, August 24, 2009

You and I

I was humming a song
expecting you to sing along
You just stared "What's wrong?"
and left not before long.

I was recounting a story
Agreed it was a bit gory
You were nodding and dozing
Climax was your snoring.

I was struggling with a line
You wanted me to explain
I started to and we broke
The next morning I awoke

I was happy, I sang out loud
You were unknown of the crowd
Next to me you sat with a frown
and asked when I would get down.

Now we have grown cold
or just carefully old
And slipped out of that world.
Stories, we no longer share.

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