I’m tired.
Don’t talk to me of love or friendship,
but take me in your arms.
Don’t say a word,
but kiss me.
All night I studied the darkness in your heart and mine,
and struggled with truths and lies and half-truths, yours and mine,
and now I face you naked with the bitterest truth of all:
We stand alone.
We stand alone, my love.
We stand alone… if we can stand at all.
Pavlos Andronikos