in a moment he steps away

and the grin on her lips

fades away

and the silence

to her is golden

as the plan that she makes

out of fear

a sixpence of holdings

leaves her wallowing

and her thoughts plead

today is the day

but the strain on her needs

is what's strangling

not needed, not wanted,

not dear

it's not enough,

no not enough at all

not at all

it's long enough

she says, to fall

long to fall

travel down her frown

to find the thoughts of

love pondering

justifyingly covering

the weak

her Galahad has

just been wandering

perhaps the steel

softens his fall

but we all see

his fists rendering

against his will

and back again

no longer just a

bad day simmering

it's not enough

no not enough at all

not at all

it's long enough

she says, to fall

long to fall

so she lands and he smiles

it's over for awhile

and the grasp of his love

leaves her gasping for air

for air