Divided by marty622
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Description
As we walk along
Now on separate paths
It's hard to believe that once we were side by side
Hand in Hand
Meant to Be
With no reason to believe it would not last.
I clearly remember a day when yours
was the face I saw on the pillow next to mine
When your shy foot moved to secretively touch mine
under the covers at night
Snuggled close, and comfortable for the first time ever
Sleeping in the arms of someone without desire for space
Sweet breathe to caress soft, bare skin
Do you remember the day we came to that wall which divided us?
So hazy a line we crossed,
Did you even realize that was The End?
If I had, I would have fought harder.
Harder than I have.
Is that possible?
And now, here we are
Alone, Separate, Divided
Empty pillows on the bed, cold feet helped you run
No one to hold.
The only breathe you feel is that of the cold winter wind
Time to move on
Leave your time to the
Black and white memories which will cloud your mind
On lonely days as we walk along
Now on separate paths
Struggling with the notion that we were so obviously Meant to Be...
But now we know, so obviously, that it could never last
Comments (2)
pwason
It always amazes me how well you can write on your emotions. Although there are less comments in here, I think that a great deal is because many people relate in such a sensitive way that it's hard to comment on it. It hits a beat in their heart like it does with you. You are a great writer...don't stop.
tjames
I think the oeder of s2 and s3 should ve switched(s3 has a higher priority) In your conclusion your last two lines need work I can't help you here. Its a tough furrow that isn't going to give up easily because I see you really stuck there. Take heart I've gone over my writing many times and when I posted it still had it torn apart. If a piece is commented on and the words actually are considered, it's because the piece has merit. No response is death. What good is a work wirhout readers.