Ŵhen love leaves,
Silence becomes defeaning,
You see things, all too clearly
That happy couple holding hands,
It takes you back- back- to a time when
Sweet words and morning jokes were a norm
When fights didn’t mean the end but,
One of those things that happen.
Until, the unannounced
And love has to leave.
I’d like to turn this into a longer poem, but it’s late at night and I’m drinking tea, thinking of sleep and dreading another morning class tomorrow. 🙂