It's Been __ Months

It was a lie of conviction, that one year was long enough.

I s'pose I understood better... but I was still wrong enough.

I poured my life out in music, composing halves of our duet,

But the only singer was I: and I'd heard that song enough.

A self-isolation, blocking windows, cutting friends

Sixteen months in seclusion: now am I strong enough?

You tried to gather me up. Wind me back onto your spool

I'm your toy, your possession; but now I won't come along enough.

I climbed into your lap, I fell into your arms, and I felt it -

But I can't sink back into your heart. Now I'll never belong enough.

I've come to terms with your absence. Your shadows are gone

But do you know? How can I ever prolong enough?

 I thought life would get better, I thought the past would all fade

And it mae. I wasn't wrong - but I was still wrong enough.

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