There is no “us? anymore.
Do I wish it any different?
All that was is no longer.
And for what?
The drifting apart of two souls.
One whose key was not a match for the others lock.
The sharing of the flesh was grand,
Yet, is there a reason to return to it all amidst the heartache?
For what has become is empty.
Much like that of poor man’s wallet.
There is a desire there,
One that craves to have it back, or to get something new.
But at what cost.
Traversing the river of denial, in search of an excuse to stay.
Is there a need for that?
What’s done is done and that is that.
My mind tells me all the time,
My heart strives to understand,
Then yet, my body is far behind.
Is this the test I face each time?
The love I faced was not once masked by fear,
This I know for certain.
It has become what I wish it always to be.
Yet the love I faced was thin and transparent.
It never reached through the fogged emotions.