Hers is a grace
he is unwilling to erase
when in the midst of a day
her dreams would flood his way
though lost in thought
his would be fraught
with indecisions and calculations
seeming insurmountable solutions.
~
When once she laughed
he would own a gaffe
together moments turned hours
until once we discovered ours
and it was too late
life became an uneven slate
while why we might survive
became reason to be alive.
~
Seems a model experience
with such little chance,
yet gone are the hours of eyes
upon each other, without any lies.
We rode the crest of a wave
a certain wind, an octave
spoke to our fears
lending eventual tears.
~
Seems resolute to want to move forward,
without being looked upon as something toward.
© Scott F Savage 11/2021
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