Half a Life, Half a Lie.

When She looked at them now, they looked so happy.
Like burning paper flying away, careless and guilt-free.

Unlined faces, eyes crinkled in laughter.
Days merged like patterns on a sweater.

They traversed those days of old,
Pulled faces at their shadows.

Beautiful bright blue bumble-bees,
Struck windows and died in threes.

Yet She knew,
That he would leave sooner or later,
He couldn't tell her that.
Half a life, Half a lie.
To hold her, forever.


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