I. He's hardly given up

on listening

only given..in

After wishing (so, so much) that he really could

make himself at

home

is where his heart wishes it was still welcome.

II. Breathe

breathe

breathe

and hold.it (there)

now, just what the doctor ordered

(a little more time, just a little)

III. What are you going to do

now

that it's all

f.a.l.l.i.n.g..a.p.a.r.t..?

You'll dance, now,

because it'll all

c.o.m.e..t.o.g.e.t.h.e.r

Again

IV. Bloody (Ha-ha, what a joke, what a low blow) calligraphy

across faded (sharp, so sharp, so clear now) innocence(?)

it hopes to be forgotten

like

the wind

and the sound

of joy, real joy, how can it still occur?

And, she thinks,

things that are right under his nose

V. One rhyme, please, one

so the others seem

That.much.more provoked

(Even though they don't rhyme at all, do they? Do they?)

VI. All of these words

a language so crowded with endearments

and her accented slur (see, you think it, you think, but there's no rhyme in these parts anymore)

makes it just another almost

(So many more to come)

VII. days? Weeks? years?

Painful realization

that

it will

never

really

end

(for him?)

while every year just

becomes

another

Almost.


A/N: -pokes readers- Concrit, please? It makes my insides smile. Of course, compliments are also lovely. -winks-

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