The Play Remains The Same

It was  like an open door

When you let me in.

We didn’t know where to start

Just that we wanted to begin.

It was like a second wave

When it struck your soul.

We had found the insipid life

And it was never whole.

It was like a warm Fall storm

The day you figured out

We had lost all the tenderness

Within our insurgent drought.

It was like we struck a match

When you heard my past.

The play remains the same

I just change the cast.

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