You and I Strolling Last Sunday
Impassioned we wait
Watching the weather on television
Standing in for ourselves at rehearsals
Pledging allegiance to property place
This in defense of memories
Someone has to stand for them
After all,
It wouldn't and could not be you
Who forgets the truth revealed
At every turn of pages
Pages blankly facing me
A broken stylus beckons nothingness
Etched in abject permanence
Yours truly, like myself
Understand this is just comment
But no illusion severs us
Fluid in the ruins of our obvious fate
All that it takes is all that it takes.
Watching the weather on television
Standing in for ourselves at rehearsals
Pledging allegiance to property place
This in defense of memories
Someone has to stand for them
After all,
It wouldn't and could not be you
Who forgets the truth revealed
At every turn of pages
Pages blankly facing me
A broken stylus beckons nothingness
Etched in abject permanence
Yours truly, like myself
Understand this is just comment
But no illusion severs us
Fluid in the ruins of our obvious fate
All that it takes is all that it takes.
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