Rooms once connected
Are now coffined off
Into isolated containers
Of what was once shared
The pursurer
Got tired of the role
Not yet prepared to die
But knew life took a toll
The elusive one
The partner that has always held back
Escaped behind the stage
In the blackness of camouflage
Quietly the house aches and sways
Tired of the promises
From the days of energetic hope
Open to whatever, in the name of ambivalence.
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