KNOWING THE MESS OF THE DARKNESS

She'll cry 'til her eyes hurt,
Over a dark weekend.
He'll feel very depressed,
Then confide in a friend.

She'll keep wondering why;
Feeling pain for the past.
He'll think some things aren't fair,
But won't let the hurt last.

They both ache with despair,
But while hers stays, his goes;
They hear the same sad song,
But at different tempos.

1 September 2006