and we're back where we began <br />back to the hauntings <br />to the lonely wanderings <br />back to where the longings <br />all began................. <br /> <br />and we're back at that turnstile <br />which we crossed hand in hand <br />only to part at the other side <br />even as it swayed <br />even as we kissed <br /> <br />we're there suspended in time <br />and nowhere else is there any trace <br />and the nothingness created by your absence <br />has left room for pain and regret <br />for my own fall from grace...<br /><br />wardha jawdat<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-love-costs/
