So much was lost
in the space it took
for you to turn
and walk away
There will never be
those imagined moments
when I would turn to you
in our old age and
voice a thought of
some shared memory,
some finite moment
that only you and I
could know
There will not be that
comfortable assurance
that my life is
being witnessed
and remembered
by you;
perhaps recounted
with the lilt
of love in
your voice
Our happiness
has fallen into an
abyss of lies
I do not blame you.
The long walk of the
destruction of dreams
was shared...