I think
That if we are to exist
Persistence in the face of nature
Is a necessary force
Much like the wind,
Or the sun’s caress,
Or the emotional stress
That comes with loving someone
Less and less.
This mess that we’re in
Places the blame on a whim
Yet there is a certain,
Premeditated state of shame
That comes with this
Everlasting shade of grey.
Should the continuity in your gaze
Falter and look away
I will know that it is fate,
Calculating the movements of her claim,
Coming to take our names.
-LKS 9/11/12
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