What did you think would happen
When I finally stopped asking?
Did you see a future full of joy
And the easy security
Of my predictable love?
Didn't you notice that our bridge
So carefully built
Was never meant to weaken
But only to endure
Or else collapse?
No logic could have saved us
There was never a purpose in words
Our perfection was silence
And the power to weave
Those things we need, but refuse to receive
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