It’s never the same story
My cells hold count
But my mind
Slips away
It’s never the same story
My cells hold count
But my mind
Slips away
If the object of my love
Is a lie
What of my love?
I like to think sometimes that
Love is a promise
Fulfilled
When kindred spirits meet again
– yet
Can I say that it is you
That I have recognized?
If the object of my love
Is a lie
What of my pain?
Did I recognize a face in the crowd
And wave at a stranger
Who happened to smile back?
If the object of my love
Is a lie
Am I mourning
The loss of you?
Or the loss of a promise?
If the object of my love
Is a lie,
Only silence
Remains
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