That one night…
Do you remember that night
Where we both lay in fright
Our lives altered by discovery
Which led to a slow recovery
We talked and stayed awake
All the way till day break
The conversation ended
As it left us both wounded
To cry ourselves asleep
We mustn’t under sleep
For what lay in the morning
Wasn’t very assuring
We both woke in the afternoon
And hoped to discontinue
The saddening conversations
that had no obligations
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