How He and I dance on olden wounds

When Time tries to put the balm

How He and I pine for extinguished moons

When Sun wakes to recite the psalm.

How His hooks sink into Me deeper, 

When curling around My soft will.

How I turn a little meaner

When striking against His anvil.

How He and I know We’ll still be waiting

When We leave all the wrong signs.

How He and I know there is no closing,

When We try to draw the lines.

How He inflicts the pain in divisions

When I add reasons to his Why

How He multiplies His conditions

When I subtract with each goodbye.

How He and I smile a seller’s smile

When We buy each other’s dream.

How He and I find this charade worth while

When We are pawns in Our scheme.

— EntangleDesigns

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