There was a moment we could have changed it all
Went back to what we once were
The people we used to be.
Silence overcame us
As we both fumbled for the door
We didn’t want to end it all
But we didn’t want one another anymore.
Seasons took their toll on us
We didn’t know what else to do
Time seemed to be going so fast
Our resentment we buried grew.
Winter brought us great refrain
A loss of ourselves in the cold.
We didn’t know it would get to this
Neither of us expected to get old.
Spring was an eternal bliss
All life became new again
We sought the writer in both of us
But we couldn’t find a pen.
Summer brought us warmth
A correction to the past
We knew this would be our end
We knew it wouldn’t last.
Fall broke our steady walk
The path seemed to be going away
When we thought we had some sense of stability
We realized we were stray.
The beginning of a book is nice
Set’s the entire tone
The middle is where all the action is
Like the meat around a bone.
The end of a book is depressing
We turn the pages slower
We take what we can from the middle
Then realize it’s over.
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