It's hard to say no and hard to say when to tear it all down or build it up again. Time and change will win no matter how we try. The walls lean in, the roof has caved, one more thing that we can't save. Walls come down, I come up short I wanted more of us. Hearts can pound through brick and mortar cornerstones are crumbling into dust. The chance we had has passed us by a stray plane in a neutral sky, a tear stain drying on a jacket sleeve The hurt comes quick, the words come late, hours spent on an expiry date. The light shines through, a clean grey slate, a whisper of blue and the weary weight of hearts too heavy for our hands to hold. The engine idles silent in the bitter cold.
I rub my hands and absorb the heat, radiating up through the passenger seat.
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