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Jan 2015
I never fully understood what we had;
there was never a time we actually felt sad
   but anger, frustration, shame
all the suffocating rising waters to the ceiling
scarcely time for the things we were feeling
   until the end we knew finally came

Everything you ever wanted to say
was spoken before we were ever in play
   night after night a game of chance
like thieves jumping between cars
and walking backwards between stars,
   we mastered the secret science of romance

We played every song we carried in our heart
as for that one moment we would never be apart;
   it was a time to talk about the last one
as if we were leaving a library the final time,
satisfied that this love story was the ultimate crime
   against the things that we had become

Long away memory standing near smiling,
without normal inside a heart that remembers crying
   was our mistake the only thing left?
or were we waiting for the pride the we carried
to expose itself, naked fearless ready to be buried
   if our goodbye was not loves final theft
Mark Lecuona
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