she asks him if he misses her
it's been a month
and there is no word
his hair is tangled
his eyes dry as a desert
his hands do not have the warmth of the sun
and he told her yes
she knows it is not true but she pretends
in the same manner
that he does
and so life goes on and on and on
and people believe them
what a happy couple!
oh, those happy days
those long, long, enduring years
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