Both dead to the world
If only my brain would cease to function
Like theirs does
On call, sleep.
Worry gnaws my inside
And crawls into my brain
Like a –
Slug in slow motion.
But sleep comes to them so easy
Like their brains never functioned
And their hearts never felt.
It must be nice to never know a slug.
When we were young and when we loved,
I believed it all to be true,
And maybe you believed it, too.
When you left and when you promised,
Fidelity was not deceit,
Spanning oceans seemed no great feat.
But society had concerns,
Ambition had its own power,
Love became matter of past’s hour.
If I could say something to you,
Following two and twenty years,
I still could not without these tears.
I’m too old to call this weakness,
I guess I loved and much too well,
It was just tragic you couldn’t tell.
Slowly light strengthens, and the room takes shape.
It stands plain as a wardrobe, what we know,
Have always known, know that we can’t escape
Yet can’t accept. One side will have to go.
Hearts Still Care 
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