If our lovers
won't be friends
and silence widens
misrepresents
the deeper truths
we wish be known
we leave behind
old lovers
Stripped of pretense
we stumble through
maybe seek a sign
or wave the flag
the intimate circle
we gravitate to
becomes a mass mirage
and we play house
long enough to get the
footprints at the door
If the door closes
softly we walk through.