Finally started to sing your song
But now our lyrics run off different pages
And it has taken me this long…
You occupied my mind for ages.
Perhaps it’s time to let it go
We dreamed uniquely for a while
But working just to spin the wheels…
Not enough, we’re ground down low.
Our words met and danced upon the air,
We shared our lives, explored our scars
But there’s a word I know: “untenable”…
Because you’re no longer really there.
One pair of hands cannot maintain the grip
On that old beacon flashing
Potential for probability…
And I think now, we’ve had our trip.
Our light wavered in the gloom
Writing into the void, is
Something surely to avoid…
Time now perhaps, to make some room.
© Jennifer Phillips (All rights reserved)
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