What shall be my final count?
Remember living in your house and watching ourselves grow up.
Stop making your quick escape, stop to watch the curtain call.
Soft folding words from plush pink lips, words to soothe and heal.
Tumbling in and out of love. Oh sigh.
That's all we've ever known.
Yet, I have not heard You speak for such a long time.
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