Challenging status in a head space
Toiling boiling disappointments past
No stir of the heart as we meet again
Has it always been like this?

Shining in your black drab dress under the Spring for water in the night
Desperate in confines to divine and plan an escape
Drawn again within to spin the minute hand
Spend all you want in your sad silence while the time comes

First,
You choke hopelessly like me under yourself
Worst,
We buoy tentatively froze at the water line