Another middle of the night
He awakens in terror, yet again
A shared solitude for both of us
Shattered by broken promises
No solace in the usual suspects
He crawls the house on two feet
There is a happiness in sadness
He tells himself, unconvincingly
Another transformation begun
Which form will he settle on
Which form will she settle on
Another misconception finished
She fools herself, unquestionably
There is a sadness in happiness
A blank page, an empty score
She crawls into bed, teary eyed
No peace for the warring mind
Scarred by indignant fallacies
A shared fate for both of us
She falls back asleep, yet again
Another middle of the night
