Always and forever will I hold dearThat fortuitous day in MayWhen we talked shopAnd pondered over aging clocksIn your city atop a hillOverlooking that beautiful belvedere
To lead a life of necessity but not luxury
Every time I see your nameI sit and prayHoping you’ll somehow knowThat we’re okay
in my mind, you’re not engagingin your mind, i’m overthinkingoutside our door, the war rages onthe silence between us so loudyou can hear a pin drop
Scream the voices in my headWaiting for the other shoe to dropI feel myself anticipating the end
Prenups reek of pessimismIf relationships are reducedTo an artifact of consumer cultureIs nothing sacred anymore?
dysautonomia