Cello Loops

Look at us, stumbling through half darkness
looking for the light,
thanks is the first word I hear you say –
a back room is a great place to stop hiding.
When we were younger

these years were the only ones we had left,
faces held high, smiles and awes.
If we were younger maybe we’d have a chance
at not saying goodbye –
opening the wooden door is a great moment to stop fearing.

Will we regret what you’ve done to me
and what I’ve done to you…
I found it are the last words I hear you say –
a back room is a great place for a fresh start.
Look at us, stumbling through half light,
we’ve grown old.

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