Sunday, May 17, 2009

A Correspondence

We don’t correspond any more,
can’t you see we
don’t fit into the same jigsaw.

Pull the lock and open the door,
look back and see
we don’t correspond any more.

At my windows the blinds are drawn,
can’t you see we
don’t fit into the same jigsaw.

As you tread the dew across the lawn,
look back and see
we don’t correspond any more.

Turn from darkness towards the dawn,
can’t you see we
don’t fit into the same jigsaw.

Look back and see;
can’t you see
we don’t correspond any more;
don’t fit into the same jigsaw.

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