Tuesday, November 30, 2021

drift

a different place 
in a different time 
when we were together 
when you were mine 
we could have made it 
we might have been fine 
it was the outside influences 
that started the decline
too many headaches 
for one lifetime
a steep, rocky mountain 
which you can not climb 
we started the drift 
lost our mooring line 
no way back 
no longer intertwined 
separate lives 
that can't realign 
we accepted the failure 
and became resigned 
an end to the love affair 
a poem with out rhyme

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

A poem without Rhyme-One of my favourite Lines By far

Anonymous said...

Awesome!!