Wednesday, November 17, 2010

The special secret sickness

I fear my heart's come down with sadness, she said
and walked away
Nothing to do but wait, he said, as his fingers soothed the ivory

he sought the appropriate tone to mirror the weight of her affliction
imagined she'd be drifting in the notes of haunting melodies

they were strangers then and separate
and the lonely weighed so heavy
there wasn't anything to do but wait for waves to take their love away

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