We both did time, but time has not yet come
To try again, afresh, to love anew.
We play the game of "Let me break your heart".
And sometimes call it "Let us break mine, too".

Like two trained rats who have once more begun
To run a maze of no rewards or goals
Our games are no more than a bad rerun
Of old scripts written to best-sell our souls.

Yet I adore your scripts and scars, your fears
But fail to dig your friends, who in advance
Pull out their Kleenex for your future tears
That you, perhaps, will not shed just this once.