One can care, but takes two to share.
The price of admission is always …due, ya know?
“The Price Of Admission…”
I never hear you
you wait
out of hearing…
out of – having.
…And the tears
– so pale, quiet, and frail,
and my fingertips just trace
so softly and lightly…
and each nail edges and slides –
my heart …our ‘time.
……….
crying…
– just beyond my reach
out of living…
– everything I can only dream.
so …flavor my world
— silly-sad, …dark and empty…
— that Cheshire grin
held within
finds
your cheek, your life
…our ‘time.
……….
I never hear you …crying…
you wait – just beyond my reach
out of hearing… out of living…
out of having – every thing I can only dream.
…And the tears …so …flavor my world
so pale, quiet, and frail, — silly-sad, …dark and empty…
and my fingertips just trace that Cheshire grin
so softly and lightly… held within
and each nail edges and slides – finds
my heart – your cheek – your life
…our ‘time.
This IS
the price of our admission.
Chris







You failed….. just as you asked for.
Great write👍
Chuckling here, so you see the error too… great eye. This was written during one sitting – stream of conscious – pretty much as shown.
hello deares Chris it seems her sadness may sustain you or make you unhappy as she is just out of reach either way this is clever and beautifully written ❤️
We chase our woman until she catches us… and she never turned and did.
I like how you combine the pieces. and the line I never hear you crying got to me. Nice spill here
Written in one sitting and very real… thank you Fia for the pause.