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I take yet another step away
close yet another door
the coldness of my shoulder - and yours
is yet becoming more.

There are no longer kind words
there is no open addressing
the art that we once knew
no longer needs confessing

We used to face each other
on the bridge inside the wall
now it's desolate and empty
it's begun to crack and fall

There is a constant dripping
yet tears go unshed
a puddle gathers at my feet
a pool of deep dark red

you forgot your average flower
and found a beautiful rose
if I were you I wonder -
which I would have chose?