She said
"I'll meet you next to the box and we can try to think outside it.
Lord knows I'm afraid.
I've got doubts.
Every swamp that I've crawled out of was full
of women and men,
significant others,
sisters and brothers,
and rarely exposed
pieces of myself.
Romance is dead because everyone's too literal,
mystique is a memory,
and I'm just as confused as you are."
She said
"I'll meet you outside of the box and we can crawl inside it just for tonight,
just for the warmth,
just for one night."
I said
"The box is gone.
The narrative's broken and people are hurting.
The swamp is as full as it ever was.
Nothing seems better, alone or together, but at least if we're together then at least we're together
just for tonight,
just for the warmth,
just for one night.
The box is gone."
About the Creator
Syd Ghan
I am a writer, songwriter, musician and music journalist. I write for Bucketlist Music Reviews and I run my own blog at www.thesydneychannel.net.
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