Lurking, wide eyed in the chair
Fingers drumming, never still
Eyes dart, and flicker, and flare
Not shivering, despite the chill
The other leans; a prideful line
Against a cold edged slice of sky
Dark eyes knowingly define
The boundaries of truth and lie
Suspicion lurks in every corner
With darkness daylight can't dispell
Cheap clocks chime- a well paid mourner
Sings dirges in this cheap hotel
Stealing breaths before they're born
The silence hangs heavy, from a thread
Until they speak with equal scorn,
"You could have been my only friend."
EDIT: Alternate fourth stanza. Can't decide which I like better; the new one is technically better, but the last one works better with the characters, sort of.
The air between them fills with ire
And silence on a fraying thread
Is betrayed as both inquire
"Weren’t you once my only friend?"
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