Just the same as times before
We reserve our name
Wine we will pour

Waiting to be served
Those things we have so deserved
Dining after weeks toils

Pining for all weeks spoils to squander

While across the table

From me she said
Over great ocean and sea now
Under her breath

A sigh and a plea
She said to me
I have headaches of my own

So don't dare you disagree

Like the pulsing cadence of the telltale heart

This meter marches me onward
And though i'm dazed
I'm truly awake

From a spotless mind
I must depart
Yet not because on-looking eyes

By a heart that compellingly vies

Outside eyes condemning spies

Bid me quickly to console
But our meals are now served
Feeling now somewhat unnerved


Look away change the subject
It might provide a fleeting fix

While audibly louder now
Chiming clocks second hand
Provokingly ticks


Lend a kind word
And take of her hand

And with hope
You shall gird dysphoric land