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The unsaid words 

The exuberant emotions 

 The candlelight dusk

The walk down through the empty aisle 

The shuffling of the brittle heart 

All that to look at thee with a grin of Mozart 

Romance they say 

I say it's watering a dead oak 

A belief beyond believe 

A phantom as real as Virginia Wolf 

Thou say its sweet peaches and love 

I say its finding trust in a cold war 

The war is with one's self or other 

Is a matter to be decided a day or on every other 

All the room there is in ordinary time 

which embraces all the people and events and hopes 

that chokes the street tonight 

just as you were on the words that spilled that night 

and still leaves  room for everyone and everything and every other place 

Now finding serotonin while scrolling screens 

Finding each other through hazy dreams 

Till we chase whatever's to be meant 

Until next time we resent