Thursday, 16 October 2014

To Be Set Free

And then we became distant.
We disagreed and couldn't look each other in the face anymore
Or say anything agreeable

It wasn't always like this
The boundaries were never caste in stone
Is it you, is it me?
Should we blame it on the times

No bitter tears, no angry recrimination
No unanswered phone calls
A practised nonchalance, a weary disillusionment
Even glad to be set free

New dreams were never so subtle
No unspent anger, so light
Dreams, we grew together
Then we grew apart.

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