Trumpets against the Rest

Once upon

the time to rest

became for the rest of us

what neither you nor me could understand

we walked for a while

we walked in hand

you said its okay no more

i said take my hand

so walked what neither could understand

a thin line between truth and sand

you said the glass was full

and i drank the half of it

there was nothing no more

to share for it

so we took the time

hand in hand

you said its okay

i said no wound will ever mend

i am hurt so are you

at last

and nothing lasts

no more.

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Empty as can be but so full of me.