Separate

We had gone as far as we could.

Said all that we could say.

We can do no further good.

So neither of us want to stay.

The times we had were very hard.

Many situations were each unfair.

Break-ups are horrible like the scene of a crime.

Pain, ruin, and destruction all over the place.

What was the final cause?

I’m not sure if we’ll ever know.

Many bad circumstances we tripped across.

Never finding any stability or flow.

We share goodbyes.

And many “I’m sorries” in our embrace.

Once we were lovers, but now distant friends.

Parting, each we go our separate ways

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