For a While
We always met between the lines where I watched ink form tears that ran slowly down your face,
I wished in pencils for another meeting place and made coffins lined with lead instead.
But we did I'd say and did it well
mused amongst the pages of the
times we had and laughed at those
we missed.
and if I live to see the new day come
we'll meet again between the lines
to rearrange the letters and
next time have
some fun.
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