You and I,
Our faces lit in the afterglow
Hands warm with respite,
We are unable to control
The emotions flowing freely
from between our lips,
Never quite sure of each others expectations
How we can love one another without letting go,
Neither of us wanting to be the confrontational one,
He or she who wears the mask of the burdended down
We pretend not to notice the tension as it mercilessly abounds
All around us, our eyes faint traces of the people we once were
We try to think less of our demons but they remain undeterred,
The weight of their bodies growing as they enter into each new room
We tell lies but, when our respite is over, the truth is always exhumed;
You and I are more than the time that abides and is made anew.