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Going Through the Motions

 One step in front of the other
          I walk, cautiously...
my mind never on what it
          really should be.

I call upon old friends,
          they're just the same,
I flirt outrageously,
          playing that old game.

I paste on a smile for them
          is this one too loose
this one too tight?
          Tell me oh mirror
is this one just right?

And I go through the motions
          of living without you
Is this what life is all about
          how can this be true?

Each morning I wake with
your name

          upon my lips.

Each evening, my pillow
          takes your place and I slip...
into restless sleep,
           knowing it can't hold me,
or caress me or care,
          but then, you're not there.

So I go through the motions
          of living each day without you
and I wonder if you are doing the same
          wondering if I am doing it too.

 

Kay Ekwall ©1999


 

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