The Easy Way Out

We were silent like the grave,
Frozen mist coating brittle throats,
We were something I might have saved.
All the hope wasn’t enough to float.
My greatest friend is well and fine,
But it wasn’t worth the risk of his sorry lips,
Simply still, not wanting mine.
I was wrenched from the white-hot plastic grip,
Of the final line of communication,
Of the sickening ringing from a telephone,
Of the coward’s means of confrontation,
Missing the feel of a shoulder bone.
I like to think it’s all his fault,
Denial is more than just a river.
So I couldn’t have it all...
The depth of him still made me shiver.
I didn’t look beneath the steel blue line,
Beneath the bitter ultimatum,
The pain’s not worth something only fine,
It's easier to cry and hate him.