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A morning spent driving around the highways and interstates, thinking about the last few nights and phone calls...


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Each sunset keeps me thinking, always wondering
How it is we got this way, always left wanting.
Every phone call ends the same, goodnights said in vain;
Better nights cannot be had after so much pain.
How we try to mend the "us", try and try once more;
Fighting done with soft-spoke words, our own civil war.
Changes need be quicker made, if we are to last;
Deeper love-bonds must be won ere we come the past.

- 14 January, 2010