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She sits and waits the tv glows
Stares pictures on the wall,
She wonders if they’ll ever know
The days she turned away.
He watches faces on the screen
As nameless they pass by,
He sees her still in youthful dream
But would not change a thing.
She dreams of ships with billowed sail
Her foot upon their bow,
And moons that wax and moons that pail
Horizons silent now.
He thinks of doors that always closed
And wished them all away,
Each detail drawn each gateway posed
He’d climb them all again.
She pictures faces that she knew
And counts them over stiles,
How many seen how known so few
She wonders how they fell.
He holds himself within his shell
The bottle comes again,
The stories that he’ll never tell
Die slowly deep inside.
She sits and waits the tv glows
Stares pictures on the wall,
She wonders if they’ll ever know
The days she turned away.
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