Wednesday, 13 February 2013


I thought we were complicit in a game that always paused
while we slipstreamed individual ambitions. But not today.
You linger after early morning tea, instead of breaking the tie.
I cannot handle another beginning; the anticipation of times
when commitment binds us more painfully than we deserve.
Now is a razor's edge between sweet dreams and sharp reality.

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