Broken

how can you say it really doesn't matter all those years spent in pursuit and maybe it was nothing more than a vain pursuit if you're choked now in mid-stream by half-hearted excuses rolling from tired lips and drawn out sighs for as long as you both dare to remember, each day the same as the one before and the one before that no heat no flame placid. just like it sounds, empty hugs when she walks through the door a feeble attempt as kisses forget their way, tonight will be just like all other nights as he takes his place on the couch fingertips reach for his, trusty remote she turns toward the bedroom, broken...