For what, though?
Wrong words?
Stinging sentences?
Petulant paragraphs?
A loathsome letter?
I don't remember why
For a castle up on a hill
To crumble into gentle ruins;
By three thousand miles of silence,
By three years of neglect,
A transition's made easy:
Anger gives way to Bitterness
Bitterness gives way to Apathy,
A typical fable of my friendships
A tepidly outstretched hand,
Only to be limply held,
It's a handshake nonetheless
Sealed with an awkward hug,
A noncommital promise,
A shaky new beginning:
Still a doubt lingers;
Can the old foundation hold up
The weight of new bricks
Precariously laid one on top of another?
Or must a new cornerstone
Replace the remnant of
What once was?
But neither one of us are willing, for now
Let's just leave the elephant alone...
A song that fits my current mood:
Death Cab for Cutie: Transatlanticism
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