Bliss

Two sides of a card,

the coward, the liar,

too scared to seek,

what he does not desire.

 

He’ll think of a thousand,

excuses, defences,

they’ve just broken up,

or her other ‘offences’.

 

They’ll walk for a while,

sometimes in silence,

and he’ll hold his breath,

for an act of defiance.

 

But she gets her train,

and he gets his,

if romance was agony,

then friendship is bliss.

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