we are not together here, though we lie entwine 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.

if freedom is being alone, i fear liberation. but something’s more alive than silence - swallows conversation; no pleasing drama in subtle averted eyes. the swelling fermata as the chord dies.

there's no denying we feel the third one. we do. but i'm tired of hiding, and so are you?
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. . .dear God please let this be the last time i'll say its over. char! heheh


hay! epekto jud ni sa maging sino ka man ba ug ni vienna teng...