Looking down at this polished grey stone,
I'm reminded in a rush of our history...

I saw that you both sought hope somehow,
But didn't see how it came from me...

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Haven't seen you for a while...

I added another string to a useless bow.
I built another worthless place to go...

I wonder if all your questions will now be...
You have started, and you have finished...

I don't live with her mother, I live with another.
Not a million miles away...

It was a time when we discussed Europe,
As a cackle-inducing aside...

The big new death stalks over the print run,
Gather speed as we start to take heed...

I think about many things.
Dreaming is a philosophy...

There's a knock on your door
One not of comfort, yet familiar...

Take the stand for the future because this present...
There are things we need to do to set things...

Explain this feeling? Comes sometimes.
Hurting in heart and mind...