Sure there's so much more-
more to life than he's living,
more to life than she's living
are they living?
living to leave?
leave with never having lived.
he barely smiles anymore ,
only her message,
a rarity,
brings out his smile-
barely.
Days morbid,
days sordid,
nights melancholic,
All they long for is happiness,
to drink from its well
and live not to leave.
