The books fall off the shelf, they do, We walk the plank, me and you Which lengthens as we move from the middle Different directions, an awkward riddle And the tickets we have held for so long With one-way dream seem to be quite wrong Dropped in the growing tear-filled pool Drifting around each quite the fool One seems ahead, the other back Closely distant, on equidistant track Dogged, dull disjointedness Insecurity and stubbornness And fear fear has clawed away love Introspection, a muffled glove Grasps somewhere, grasps some sense Future hopes becoming past tense Sometime ago for help, we both had called Not really heard, we were appalled Bewilderment, we both write apart Searching searching some kind of start
