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And here we are again,
At the crossroads of fate.
The paths grow darker
The longer that we wait.
We know how it’s played;
A familiar game
I go one way, you the other
It's always the same.
I step forward, the first
And send you a parting smile.
‘Goodbye, old friend.’
You stand and stare for a while.
And then, inexplicably,
Our paths seem to coincide
‘I meant what I said,’ you grin.
‘I want you by my side.’
My heart is in my throat,
A traitorous blossom of hope
For all that has come to pass,
At the end of the rope.
Surely, this is a cruel joke,
The means to an end
How can I believe, now,
That you’re willing to bend?
Sandy shores, cerulean skies
The echo of a phantom pain,
How am I to know
That you won’t leave once again?
These words I hold back,
But you know me too well
When you lean in close
I am caught under your spell.
There’s a look in your eyes,
One I have not yet seen,
‘Because, my love,’ you breathe,
‘This time...
This time, we want the same thing.’
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