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He blurts out he loves her without thinking.

She responds coldly in front of their friends.
He spends the night in solitude drinking
To find in morning how little it mends.
Hoping the doctor will relieve her pain
She calls out of work to receive his care.
By evening her ills will wash down the drain
Along with assets she meant to declare.
Your tension eases as the night arrives
And you can trade your gossip on the phone.
It helps to escape into others’ lives
Until you realize you’ve none of your own.
Responsibility and desire
Cause friction enough to fuel the fire.