Seeing the face I used to love

I’m left wounded and bleeding

in the space where joy played freely for you and me.

I was right to say goodbye and cry

But wish the cord hadn’t torn and our memories dripped out

On the ground so dry and parched

By promises never sipped

We used to see the snow the same way

As a map to a dazzling dance at speeds that broke barriers

We couldn’t live with.

I’m sure I’d bore you so with how slow I go.

We have the music still and always will. A reflection of what used to be the sun and the moon.

 What more can one ask for.  It wasn’t meant to be, you and me.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Found him on Facebook and this was my reaction.

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