The Unfinished
Glass of wine
Dinner for two to dine
Conversation pricking ears of imagination
So far away from the commuters at Holborn tube station
Deeper in the know
Feelings and then the stories and the memories flow
Swapping time and places
Never to be seen towns and their faces
It's cold in London tonight
The unfinished
As one dance between the cracks of what is wrong or right
Another drink
Looking into those eyes, what do they really think?
The unfinished
Then why say good bye?
In one hand the truth
In the other is a lie
The one you tell to your heart and then to your head
Reading more into what was not done or said
What we have or had can never be relinquished
We will for ever be the unfinished
DSL
