We two, we now
are separate
A quiet death,
observed by none
Or only one,
I guess I’d say
Since I’ve felt it,
and you have not
We two, we now
are separate
A quiet death,
observed by none
Or only one,
I guess I’d say
Since I’ve felt it,
and you have not
Hypothetical, I hope?
My daughter, unfortunately, who’s separated from her husband.
Ouch. This touches home -eh, more than once. Sorry if this is really happening to you. It just hurts.
It’s my daughter, actually. It hurts watching.
Oooh, I’d imagine in some ways that might be worse. You can’t kiss this booboo and make it all better.
No, indeed.