No subway subversiveness, No footprints on a million grains of sand
Falling away as you pass by
Erased by the tides of desire...
No trysting birds on bare branches,
Devoid of leaves by the singeing sun
No listening to your heart beat
In time to the rhythm of our love
No laughter to chase away
The wisps of despair clinging to our skin
in the waning moonlight...
No whispers in the dead of night
To melt the granite that is your heart.
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