grace but no favour
i watch you from afar
i flew three thousand miles
to find i don't know who you are
and it might seem knd of selfish
but it's making me so sad
'cos i just can't help but think about
that thing we never had
life mirrors fiction
so we'll both write it down
our intersecting stories
as the years spin around
and the memory unfading
of the way we never were
is a dream in pastel shading
passing by us in a blur
spring without summer
hiding everything we've been
all the ghosts of old betrayals
and the troubles we have seen
so we keep each other distant
and conceal our sighs
for the lines we never cross
and all the tears we never cry
Voices In My Head by Wayne Myers