Plausible Deniability

A sorrow someone silently might bear
A lifetime and still silent disappear
Before someone else knows someone was there
This sort of thing happens all the time here
Coldness as common as kindness is rare
Disappointment so deep it feels like fear
Redolent of that reluctance to care
One finds where absence never seems to go
And presence seems determined not to share

Where bad news is always the first to know
And seems to serve to chase good news away
When tears are too fast with laughter too slow
Seeming unseemly seemingly hollow
And night is not relieved by dawning day
One peevishly partners the other so
That each is interrupted in its way
Where neither may lead nor either follow
But since the dance will not end simply stay

In stalemate like old ice beneath new snow
And so till all is silent everywhere

+Steven Curtis Lance



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