I still linger at the crossroads,
Wishing I could follow…
Did we have to go our separate ways?
If I’d loved your laugh a little harder,
Kissed your lips a little longer,
Would we have gone our separate ways?
I know where I am, but I’m lost all the same…
Waiting for you to call my name,
Right where we went our separate ways.
My skin withers and my back aches,
My body wrinkles and my hands shake,
Waiting where we went our separate ways
CaliStray 
“The mood has passed” echoes at night,
When still mind opens heart for words to bite.
“Silly me”, I think, to have let my guard down,
A history of ephemeral temperate came round,
Only to hit me yet again, its insanity
Better return to banality cast reality.
“The mood has passed” makes sense on second thought,
Reflecting on abuse I clearly brought.
Reasoned judgement of friends struck true,
A clarion song of pain strum new,
Pulling back the veneer of fiction,
Retold then with poetic diction.
“The mood has passed” so blessed a phrase,
To grant one cloak of sorrow and rage.
There’s the truth I longed to hear,
With wrenching gut and growing fear.
A blade of clarity that I can hew,
Through languished thought of longing’s rue.
“The mood has passed” blasts its cold advice,
Seeking to save from throwing dice.
No, let free be free as spoken so fiercely,
Lest fool be made of one so beastly.
For tis better to have you happy at last
Since as you said, the mood has passed.
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