Between

we are not together here

though we lie entwined

to make room for the other presence

we both draw back in our minds

I have a prophecy

threatening to spill into words

this growing certainty

of over

there once was a time I was sure of the bond

when my hands and my tongue and my thoughts were enough

we are the same but our lives move along

and the third one between replaces what once was love

freedom is being alone

I fear liberation

but something more alive than silence

swallows conversation

no pleasing drama

in subtle averted eyes

the swelling fermata

as the chord dies

there once was a time I was sure of the bond

when my hands and my tongue and my thoughts were enough

we are the same but our lives move along

and the third one between replaces what once was love

there's no denying we feel the third one

we do

I'm tired of hiding and so are you

there once was a time I was sure of the bond

when my hands and my tongue and my thoughts were enough

we are the same but our lives move along

and the third one between replaces what once was love