The Verge

Once, he started to, but then
Sighed longingly instead...
By then I had become his retrospect
But even those things I don't like
I can still respect.

Once, I started to, but then
I turned away and whistled nervously in my head...
I must have caught a photo watching me from the frame
But even those things I can't do
I can still think about.

Once, she started to, but then
Something derailed upstairs
And a crazy look flashed in her eye again
But even those things I don't understand
I can still love.


Written by Rachael Sage Payne ©

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