no quaking.
questioning. stopped.
it's the middle of winter and i could taste spring.
i could feel it all around us.
i could hear it singing.
echoing the splash.
echoing the chorus.
where we fell.
the beautiful collision.
i regret my failings.
but let them go.
but i'll not regret what has become of it.
we are fires in the night
and lit the fuses
dropped the bombs
and watched our walls crumble.
i'll call your smile back
like the warm of the sun
slow and easy
and filling the rooms with lights
flooded corridors
disarm.
and it's just you and me here now.
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