My sadness is in the slumping of your shoulders And your resignation is in the bowing of my head Regret pours from your listless palms Set open on your lap And a mirror on the wall that's opposite the one you face Reflects your self-preservation back in the image of my gaze Yet the chasm of a mattress that sprawls between us Though one could crawl, no one is able to traverse The things we've done but didn't do The awful things we've said The reasons used to justify the lies that cripple care Dash out even thoughts that try to bridge the gap through there