PENELOPE’S SONG

I’m tired.

Don’t talk to me of love or friendship,

but take me in your arms.

Don’t say a word,

but kiss me.

All night I studied the darkness in your heart and mine,

and struggled with truths and lies and half-truths, yours and mine,

and now I face you naked with the bitterest truth of all:

                                            We stand alone.

                                            We stand alone, my love.

                                            We stand alone… if we can stand at all.

                                                                           Pavlos Andronikos

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