Commited To This Session

To end this session of our regret
Your furrowed brow spoke your plight
A rhythm played on my hand while the pages slowly ignite
A discussion to commit the end
Produced to let this lie
To see your tears, my fist would grip; I would rather die
This breeze could soothe our troubles
Make today defined and clear
Out on my own, disconnected, I pray to feel you near
Each voice I have dissected
Diluted to the truth
My mind has been infected by words so uncouth
The time escaping between us
As we resign from your betrayal
A session that has been exhausted, a ship that has to sail