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How was that night for you?
Did you feel anything besides
guilt
pain
fear
lust?
Where was your head and
What were you thinking?
I bet I can guess;
But I won't.
If it's any consolation,
My mind was elsewhere, too.
My head was split in half--
Half in our future,
Half in our past.
I couldn't feel the present.

I didn't know there was one.

You were in the present.
Your mind was in the moment.
And you knew it was wrong.
I knew it, too,
I just didn't care.
Force had brought you to that point
So much of my own force,
Sheer will power,
Sheer something.

What were we doing.

Why did I think that was ok.

I know now it wasn't.
I know now how much I hurt you,
How much pain you were in,
Cuz I now have that pain, too.
Guilt.
Guilt, guilt, guilt,
And manipulation:
A bittersweet recipe for disaster.

I wish behind those retro curtains,
And within those worn-out blankets,
Underneath that midnight sky,
That some truth could've been found
And time would not exist.

But time is what has brought us here,
To this place of warm recognition.
Where apologies stop,
Lies stop,
And our minds remember
What was once so beautiful,
As we introduce our souls
For a second time.