We are not together here
Though we lie entwined
To make room for the other presence
We both draw back in our minds
I have a prophecy
Threatening to spill into words
This growing certainty
Of over
Helen Lynley laid back on the bed her husband was asleep next to her about two feet away. She massaged the swollen belly. She wondered what her life would be like from now on with a baby and with a career. What would her husband be like; he couldn't look her in the eye lately. He was working on cases constantly with his partner, that woman was taking him away! And she was powerless to do anything, another one between her and her husband, the baby and her.
There once was a time I was sure of the bond
When my hands and my tongue and my thoughts were enough
We are the same but our lives move along
And the third one between
Replaces what once was love
Why is it that he goes to her? She isn't the most beautiful woman in the world their personalities are opposing. But she changes him he listens to her he is attentive to her. He goes to her when she calls he is drifting further away. When he comes home it seems like a habit for him, like he doesn't want to be there. She cares for him but can't pull him back despite her pathetic outbursts to him when she worked up the courage. The baby kicked and she listened it was only human she depended on now.
Freedom is being alone
I fear liberation
But something more alive than silence swallows conversation
No pleasing drama in subtle averted eyes
The swelling fermata as the chord dies
She is alone again, she is more withdrawn. Bags are forming under her eyes from sleepless nights of thought. He notices, he comes home earlier he is more attentive. He holds her and doesn't let go. But she is still unhappy he had an affair with her the woman who was changing him. Why wasn't it his wife changing him the one who he married. She never tells him her pain and inner anguish. Why?
There once was a time I was sure of the bond
When my hands and my tongue and my thoughts were enough
We are the same but our lives move along
And the third one between
Replaces what once was love
She is tired, sleepy and thinking again. There was faint breathing coming from her husband he occasionally muttered one name, Barbra. Helen gets up from the bed and puts on sweat pants, a jacket and leaves the expansive house. She walks outside, she feels like the smallest person in the world. She touches her belly and cracked a small smile, just you and me she thinks we'll go somewhere soon.
There's no denying we feel the third one we do
I'm tired of hiding and so are you
She goes to the sea. She stays with family, she laughs for the first time in months. She does not think about her life in the city, she stays for as long as she can, and tries to make all the moments last for a long time. Time is precious.
There once was a time I was sure of the bond
When my hands and my tongue and my thoughts were enough
We are the same but our lives move along
And the third one between
Replaces what once was love