When the highs and lows subside
When the stare turns blank
When the time and dates
No longer appear, to be
The titles from the front page
When most is forgotten
Or forgiven, or handed over
To further on
When the counting stops
And the writings are lost
When the fabric is old
And the colours no longer hold
The days just stay, and the time waits
Fear shows its face
In dark, and in shade
Through the journey
Through all friendships, and agony
You remain, here, with me
Still as the morning air
From noon until dark
Watching the evening fall
With glamour, and in perfection
The heart calls
It could not be
In this life, but you and me.
When the stare turns blank
When the time and dates
No longer appear, to be
The titles from the front page
When most is forgotten
Or forgiven, or handed over
To further on
When the counting stops
And the writings are lost
When the fabric is old
And the colours no longer hold
The days just stay, and the time waits
Fear shows its face
In dark, and in shade
Through the journey
Through all friendships, and agony
You remain, here, with me
Still as the morning air
From noon until dark
Watching the evening fall
With glamour, and in perfection
The heart calls
It could not be
In this life, but you and me.
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