He exists in between the lonely spaces in conversation
She trawls on an ocean that is empty and silent
Pinpoint the location of the bazaar where happiness was haggled over and they reached a mutually beneficial deal
Oblivious to all, dum dum automaton powers on
Our love was a show for the public
His and her messages on an answering machine
Gifts sent to the workplace on birthdays
Their love was a secret handshake no one else knew
A door disguised as a bookshelf
The secret passage saw the birth and short life span of lust and loneliness entwined
Gingerly felt, gingerly held was the attachment
Like the blind and the babies who feel something for the first time and struggle to find a name for this
It provides fuel for you to carry your dead partnership over the finish line
Standing at the winner's circle when they call her name, she is preoccupied, lost in thought, and doesn't answer at first
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