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Undone
Read by David Tennant
Here is the truth exactly how I remember it
And perhaps in being so
It is inevitably undone
Here when the hour is late and
The bottle long gone
Where thoughts like constellations blur
In and out of focus
Nothing more than buoyant memories
Aqueous melancholy
The shoreline recedes into darkness
Betraying grains of the past
They catch light of the moon
Giving song and sparkle to this late night tale
Here's the truth I swear
Word for word
Picking through a pile of sedimentary emotion
The crackle of fire
The cold in my bones
And the pitter patter of rain takes me back
Echoes of footfalls crushing fallen leaves
All that's left of the yellow wood
Racing back in time
Back to where it all started
The beginning of the end
We'd set up camp
Between risk and consequence
Reckless in a way that only youth can know
Our hearts a cursor
Pulsing eager to forge the story of our lives
There was no such thing as
A photo without flash
A song without bass
Od too much faith in the future
Little did we know
What happened over what is felt
Is of little consequence
The sheer impact of
Remaining impervious to desire
You to me
A hem caught by a hook in time
Inexplicably attached
Like the deadweight subscription
Of newspapers in a digital world
Of click stories and shot glass love affairs
The orchestra of our past carries on listlessly
Erratic yet somehow segued
Like time
And all of our choices embalmed
Incubate the senses
The smell of your skin
The sound of your breath
The question mark curve in your ear
Now these seem hollow
Like the nape of your neck
Where once I touched and felt you
Alas
Remember the end
Outside the Admiral
I inhaled
I exhaled
Reflecting
I didn't notice you arrive
But you stood there alongside me
As the rain fell down
"I don't think this was a good idea,"
I said
Lying
You shuffled your weight on both feet
And I knew you wanted to say something
I didn't let you
And you disappeared like mist
Suspended in sight
Betrayed by my grasp
How I wish I'd run after you and said
"Hold me like you would a photograph.
From the edges, and lightly."
Because anything more and I'd be stained
Sullied by the desire
Of what would always and inevitably
Leave me
Undone
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