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Obligatory mope.

I'm not too happy - carrying flowers again, for those to whom that means anything - only this time I have nobody to go to, and no-one to call, and no-one to call me.

What have I done? What have I done?
Cut out my heart, filled my veins with corrosive acid and severed my only lifeline? Well, that's what it feels like, yes.

"And sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye,
Steal me awhile from mine own company..."

-Helena, A Midsummer Night's Dream

When he moves I watch him from behind
He turns and laughter flickers in his eyes
Intent and direct when he speaks, I watch his lips
And when he drives I love to watch his hand
White and smooth almost feminine, almost American, I have to watch him....
In his face age descends on youth, exaggeration on the truth
He caught me looking then but soon his eyes forgot
And everything he seems to do reflects just another shade of blue
I saw him searching into you and ached a while
I watch his lips caress the glass,
His fingers stroke its stem and pass
To lift a cigarette at last, he dries his eyes
From a shadow by the stair
I watch as he weeps unaware
That I'm in awe of his despair, but I am there...



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