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A Poem About Jessica


A friend at party asked me
What become of Jessica?
I don't see her anymore.
I couldn't hear but only see
I only see her shining face
That I oh so adored.
A bitter strife from out of the blue
After fifteen years together.
I don't know what I should do.

What should I do?
Why can I say it anymore?
What could I do? To change things now
When the wounds are still so sore,
What paths remain? All talk has gone away.
The loving caress we had before
but she has left me forever now.

What paths remain?
What paths remain?
What is there left to do?
What paths remain?
What paths remain?
What is there left to do?

What kind of stupid game we'd play
If we If ever we should meet?
We'd avoid the truth each cannot say
Nervously we'd shuffle our feet.
And each just waits for it all to the end
While squirming in their seat.

What paths remain?
What paths remain?
What is there left to do?
What paths remain?
What paths remain?
What is there left to do?

I dream of reconciliation
That something can be saved.
It's dissociation
Another psychotic episode.

What paths remain?
What paths remain?
What is there left to do?
What paths remain?
What paths remain?
What is there left to do?








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