Returned calls/ The dusk

Skeptical for no reason
Ambivalent for my age
We walk separate steps
We move in the same stage

It grows and it grows
This fondness of mine
It’ll destroy and decay
Gently over time

Perhaps violently
Instead of my reasons
Your soft embrace
Comes and goes like the seasons

Apathy forms
A looming cloud
You know just how
To make me proud

Please say those words aloud


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