The Last Friday

After all that is said and done,
Certain days are never mine.
Words spoken at night
Never form action in time.

Faith and family take precedence
And the love that dare not speak its name
Must lie silent.
These aren’t rules
That change in any straight game.

There will be lovers who promise:
They would never be this way;
But none can keep their vows alive
Or make any resolution stay.

They believe balance must be met,
Between lovers and family –
And I say, for me, it’s simple:
Lovers are already family.

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