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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365654" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Aftermath</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We overplayed and underplayed our parts<br>And paid the price; we went our separate ways<br>For me to think of you, and you of me<br>Some part of all our long and restless days.<br>For what advantage? We may never know, <br>We cloud each other's vision at the hearth, <br>I loved you well, but love was not enough<br>We neither paused to give the other breath.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like people trapped behind the moving screen<br>We both replay our scenes, we freeze each frame<br>Of shrugs, of nuance, words of lost intent<br>We blurted out in anger all the same.<br>But anger rests, and now there's only loss<br>As keen for me as you, I must confess<br>If I could still regain the way I came -<br>But mist and chill obscure our waywardness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We charmed and chafed each other in our turn, <br>We stormed and raged, and whispered words of love, <br>And tried to use the magic we had known<br>To lighten hearts that long had ceased to move.<br>But at the end you left me in your pain<br>And I was too resigned to turn your head, <br>I'd fought and loved, and fought and loved in vain<br>'Til love was some black season I had bled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What now for us, the doors are shut and barred, <br>The shutters strain at every passing gust, <br>And winter freezes over at the heart<br>To chill the brief young season of our lust.<br>We may yet meet at some pre-destined time<br>When life has buried both beneath its dross, <br>And I may look at you, and you at me<br>Without this deep and dreadful sense of loss.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">23 August 1987</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q>
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