The Day She Walked

I felt a certain pain when I remembered the day

she walked out on me,

we were a team for decades

though eerily we could feel the separation

of our minds, our bodies, our spirit,

and yet why didn’t we ever try as hard

as the other,

why didn’t we know what the other

was willing to try

sacrifice, create a better chemistry.

 

How many times did we lay in our separate beds

and think,

this is really a long time

to be with one person.

 

What did he feel like

when she said one day,

’30 years is a long time.’

He thought to himself,

so is 50,

less than ten is a drop in the water,

but we today,

we are now supposed to

no longer care

about one another,

ironic isn’t it when two people are together

their guilt and shame

built around an inability

to shower compassion towards one another’s

matter of being.

 

The livelihood of love,

lost in a morning fog.


© Scott F Savage 8/2020

Published by a quiet man

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