The Doorway In My Memory
A break in the pause and a look to you
There in the door arch
That was such an image
A terrible cliche noise
So good and hard a memory
Etched into my eternity
You stood thumbing your lip
There isn't much to be anxious for
The thought is gone
The days are over
The clocks have moved beyond you
And my gentle expectations of heartbreak
Yet think of you
As a break in the pause
To this memory of you
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