We move through life one person at a time,
In the moments we share,
We enjoy each other,
We learn to accept,
We discover compromise,
We lose a bit of affection,
respect,
patience,
Everyday.
Dislike turns to hate,
And hate leads to the End.
But in between it all we loved.
Life turns, better prospects are presented,
And in the maelstrom of uncertainty we find a new soul.
Adaption is difficult.
Memories haunt.
A past love becomes a lingering guilt.
It feels like it should be wrong.
But it isn't.
The love should be remembered,
Cherished,
It was the only good thing taken from a time ended.
