I heard love pass away
Pretence is so easy, a soft suicide,
Love's death in denial, hearts beat out of time.
A tuneless crescendo, no notes one could play,
To the beat of my heart, I heard love pass away.
Don't know how it happened or when it began,
It just came into being from neglect more than plan.
Neither admitted and neither took blame,
For the long lonely nights and the troublesome days.
Looking back through the lens of the finest hindsight,
We both saw it coming, could've put up a fight,
But the dying was easy, now the die has been cast,
A part love, a half love, has just breathed its last.
We both tell a story, it suits us to lie,
Of the night I came home late with drink in my eyes,
My shirt was in ribbons, my back deeply scored,
‘Twas the last straw that did for, a love that was flawed.
© Joseph G Dawson
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