End of the Affair
Echoes of Love's Demise: Noé Preszow's Melancholic Reflections
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The end of the after
The conclusion of a period
The weight of a war
The burden of a conflict
The kindness gone to bed
Acts of kindness now dormant
The weight of your laughter
The heaviness of your joy
Alive in the hall
Full of life in the corridor
Did he hear, did he hear
Was he attentive to
The fumbled words you said?
Your poorly articulated sentiments?
Living without her
Existence in the absence of her
Living at all
Existing, but with a perceived deceleration
Seems to slow me down
Living feels like a hindrance
Living forever
Existing indefinitely
Hell, I don't know
Uncertain, indifferent
Do I care, do I care
Do I feel anything?
The thunder's rumbled sound
The distant sound of thunder
Now I watch her
Observing her now
Running 'round in love again
Engaged in love once more
Now I talk about you
Now I discuss you
When I'm with our mutual friends
When in the company of our common acquaintances
The end of the after
The conclusion of a period
The weight of a war
The burden of a conflict
The kindness gone to bed
Acts of kindness now dormant
The threat of your laughter
The looming presence of your joy
Alive after all
Alive despite everything
Did he hear, did he hear
Was he attentive to
The fumbled words you said?
Your poorly articulated sentiments?
Living without her
Existence in the absence of her
Living at all
Existing, but with a perceived deceleration
Seems to slow me down
Living feels like a hindrance
Living forever
Existing indefinitely
Pale light on all
Faint illumination on everything
Do I care, do I care
Do I feel anything?
The thunder's rumbled sound
The distant sound of thunder
Now I watch her
Observing her now
Running 'round in love again
Engaged in love once more
Now I talk about you
Now I discuss you
When I'm with our mutual friends
When in the company of our common acquaintances
Now I watch her
Observing her now
Running 'round in love again
Engaged in love once more
Now I talk about you
Now I discuss you
When I'm with our mutual friends
When in the company of our common acquaintances
This is it?
Is this the end?
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