With everything all figured out,
it’s been a week now
since speaking strictly in confidence.
Love torn is love divided and
it is all too easy to go all quiet.
When yesterday spoke
and refused the hand
a coveted position was lost
or was it stolen?
The seasons do not ask
if it is their turn to dance,
change is always gradual
never so sudden as to
take one by surprise.
It was a mistake to think
that both sides are equal,
that of a lover and friend.
Quite on the contrary
I am here to defend
love outweighs and conquers
the anemic casual friend.
It is such a waste to say
that the day was never claimed,
left here to rot in absolute ruin.
Words are born to their truisms,
some neglect to consider all outcomes
certain ideas are not spoken by decree.
One must accept the extended love
in whatever way it arrives,
it’s all too easy to be pushed aside.
Once refused and shut out the gate
with a look of,
your kind are there with them.
Kindness is but a blind fool,
ignorance is the price to be paid
never to say we’re just this or that,
instead, promise to love
until our deaths.
One response to “Until Our Deaths”
she silently sat
at the edge of eternity,
words were spilled
enough to fill an ocean.
some she has hidden
deep within the
center spheres
of the nautilus shell.
pressing it to her
ear, waiting for
His echo to reverberate
so like the morning
surf
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