| The
Next Step |
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| I feel your eyes on
me |
| those rare occasions
when we meet |
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| Stiff uncomfortable
silences |
| you try to dissolve
with empty chatter.
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| Your eyes plead. Look
at me. |
| Acknowledge the life
we held together |
| I still want to be
a part of your life. |
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| --I can't --
|
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| I can't even
look at you |
| Please don't touch
me or |
| call me sweetheart
|
| or try to reminisce
about |
| the good old days
. |
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| My lover |
|
tells me I am beautiful, |
| runs
his fingers through my hair |
| with joyful abandon
|
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| I still push him away
|
| Cautious
of being hurt again |
| a final fragment of
our
|
| chaotic relationship
|
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| He smiles, whispers
|
| that he can wait
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| and holds me closer
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