Chaplin in the Sun
Sometimes she wore remember like a banner in her hair;
dressed up like November sitting in a porcelain chair.
Musing over faded endings before they ever had begun;
She was Mary Riley. He was Chaplin in the sun.
Together they were "silence"; He wore "what if", she wore "If ever"
And apart they were "we didn't" and alone soon spoke of "never"
And now she see's remember like a clock upon the wall;
in a starry night november; when the leaves begin to fall
And she's closer to "when I was young, there was a lovely boy"
when she was the child in the box and he the broken toy
And now she feels remember past that adolescent pain
and it all seems made of nothing lost in adolescent rain
and she weaves a bed of memories the way a spiders web is spun
of when she was Mary Riley and he was Chaplin in the sun.
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