Fay Slimm.

Mislaid.

 

Mislaid.

 

We lived through a blaze of debate-soaked relationship
mindless of hearing\'s real worth.

We shuffled in biased cut-price ideas of winner-related
pretensions to obscure feelings.

Agreement went into time\'s melting pot as shut-eyed
we arranged private new worlds.


We talked ourselves into dry ground, regrets denied
sorry forgot its true power.

Love\'s ultimate non-sound got mislaid between words
and lost seemed repair\'s quiet dance.

 

Shall we reconstruct silence and give Us a last twirl ?