I search your eyes in vain
no window to your soul
just ironclad control
no hint of lover's pain
lips pursed in harsh denial
arms folded on your chest
I'm an unwanted guest
judged guilty without trial
the words stick in my throat
"I'm sorry", comes at last
your love is in the past
I fight to stay afloat
you answer: "are we done?"
the air gets chiller still
our marriage had no will
and it has died alone
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