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Frozen

We've been on this path before,
said these very words before;
Years have passed, and
still we are in the same spot.
Are we afraid to move,
or is there something we enjoy
about being frozen?

I think of how we used to be;
I think of all that we could be.
Still, I am unmoving
and so are you.

Life is funny
with its
twists and turns;
I want what seems impossible,
yet before me it stands.

Amazing how something so close
can be so out of reach.

I speak but you don't hear me;
I touch but you are unfeeling;
I cry, but my tears are like
rain on a freshly waxed car,
bouncing to
and
fro.

I wish I could melt
this frozen place in which we stand.
I wish I could feel
the liquid pool around our ankles,
setting us free
of this prison that we are in.

I wish you could love me
the way you loved me before.
I wish....

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