Why when we both hope the best
We are sporting many scars
Due to dine in our best dress
Across no man’s table passing barbs.
With only feet between us
Miles and worlds apart
Strangers on a nighttime bus
With entirely separate hearts.
Why despite a love for you
Do other beds entice
Why our bed made for just two
Should be tested thrice.
Why a ring that gives company
Isolates like rare disease
When the selling point of matrimony
Be that shared weight is eased.
Apples we are, bruised but gold
Acting out these antique scenes
Root of hate when Time was old
Something please, what nothing means.
Alchemisland 
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