We folded hours into tea
Tied them up where none could see
You whispered facts and twisted form
Called it love and made it warm
I held breath when silence grew
Traced the lines I thought were you
Even truth wore borrowed light
Blinking slow before the night
Were we ever real at all Or just paintings on a wall?
Tangled in what we forgot Every yes became a nod
If goodbye's the final line Let me write it just in time
Your absence hummed like morning news The table holds our souvenir
Echo shaped like things we feared You called it peace,
I called it way
The notes we made though no one's near Morning tie is what disappears
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