- Vol. 05
- Chapter 09
Tired of spite, what we hid is a gift, momentary mercy stretching into years. Here on this bus time is flooding back. The buzz of that kid’s earphone one seat ahead plays “Candle in the Wind”. You seem to live your life That valiantly, meaning: not at all, meaning: those were the days of wine & roses forsaken due to tenderness. Or so we wanted to think. Sure, fear was a thorn, the bad patch of past losses before we met & disclosed little.
What song is that your old stereo’s blaring now? Isn’t it the one I put on a cassette, (remember them?)— Walking after Midnight… Looking for you… How absurd to still be at it &— Send in the Clowns, (don't bother) not saying a thing.