Are we "dancing" tonight? or, are you too tired? Never mind, it was a thought. Perhaps you are tired perhaps you need a nap No, you never did like me to wake you not for THAT, anyway. Tell me, exactly WHEN do you think of us together? Sometime during lunch, perhaps? Or at the grocer's? Too bad I am not around when you do - isn't it? It matters not, the die has been cast the page already turned We are no longer lovers, that much is true, We are We are What ARE we? C 1996 by Thomas Lee Rhymes - written TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 3, 1996
Reason for writing:
When the act of Love fades, and becomes something done more as an appeasement, rather than an act of Passion - one tends to wonder if the other ever even thinks about "it" anymore.
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