'We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year. Running over the same old ground. What have we found? The same old fears. Wish you were here.' ― Roger Waters
One last trip,
melancholy lane Photos were strewn
all around Thoughts of
his sweet caress Still had me
freakishly aroused
All the bed
lingering chats I dreamt of
his touch,
his kiss But his emotional
absence Well that’s what
I won’t miss
Still hesitate
to close the door One last look,
mind and heart When one closes
another opens I know this
is where to start
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