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To Consider the Gone
by Stephen Koritta
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For all of the times she said "Better luck next..."
Comes a touch through the numb that I've come to expect
Just once, the subject and the verb did agree
And she gave me a look I could never unsee
Was a dirty old night where cleanly we clung
Such a scandal, yet the candle was holding it's tongue
But our walls were all talk and the floor gave a creek
Our windows were pained and our ceiling got weak
No shame in what came because such is the way
Just as sure the the hours will devour the days
The hungers of summer gave way to the falls
We excepted the charge of this closest of calls
Yes, fate played the chemist and, our bonds, they covaled
But the four winds they menaced and the force was a gale
I stayed behind hither. She is somewhere far yon
Glad laughs and tears bitter to consider the gone
And for all of the times she said "Better luck next..."
Comes a touch through the numb that I've come to expect
Just once, the subject and the verb did agree
And she gave me a look I could never unsee
For all of the times she said "Better luck next..."
Comes a touch through the numb that I've come to expect
Just once, the subject and the verb did agree
And she gave me a look I could never unsee
Was a dirty old night where cleanly we clung
Such a scandal, yet the candle was holding it's tongue
But our walls were all talk and the floor gave a creek
Our windows were pained and our ceiling got weak
No shame in what came because such is the way
Just as sure the the hours will devour the days
The hungers of summer gave way to the falls
We excepted the charge of this closest of calls
Yes, fate played the chemist and, our bonds, they covaled
But the four winds they menaced and the force was a gale
I stayed behind hither. She is somewhere far yon
Glad laughs and tears bitter to consider the gone
And for all of the times she said "Better luck next..."
Comes a touch through the numb that I've come to expect
Just once, the subject and the verb did agree
And she gave me a look I could never unsee
