And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
– T.S. Eliot
Persistent pain in memories
A cup, a couch and you and me
I'd rather howl and sing with trees
Than try and explain
What I said and what I meant
Tattered talk of betterment
Love was lost or was it spent?
Is anybody sane?
Terrified to close the mouth
Comfort when the words come out
Streams and streamers spit and shout
Alleviate the brain
There's no returning, you and I
Round the moon and by and by
Fog that fills the earth and sky
It leaves a dreary stain
Through the yellow nightmare haze
Regret and doom and wasted days
You can't fool fate in Shakespeare plays
You can't escape the rain
by Richard W. Bray
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