You have your home,

and I have mine.

Must fade away,

as apart we lay.

 

The love affair.

It has to go.

No more spent time,

on something not mine.

 

Too bound to let go,

eyes meet and we inhale.

Scream for eternity –

get deaf ears and brevity.

 

Know it’s not you,

and there isn’t an us.

Sun sets the same place,

but with a different face.

 

Grieve for you,

grieve for the fantasy.

Grieve for a feeling,

a heart worth stealing.

 

Not yet written,

where futures lie.

Look at today,

do we want where we lay?

 

Who needs to wake up,

you or me?

I’m rising anyway,

know I lose this play.

 

Anything can happen,

where there’s belief.

When belief reaps ache,

at some point one breaks.

 

Illusion, I know – 

acceptance is brutal.

Future has it’s way.

Are there more sunny days?

 

I want it all,

have all of me.

Just won’t be you,

who says, I do.

 

© 2016 The Rum Review