the words

to come from you.

I’ve been idly by,

my soul a’ wasting.

Holding down

the irrational feeling

that I’ve been betrayed



So much for

meeting in the middle.

Maybe it’s time

we died

a time or two.

What we had before

was unsustainable,

just a little left

to get us through.



we can either try,

or you can go,

and I will sit here,

waiting all alone.

Under the stars,

knowing in my soul,

that it was either


or life,

but never both.


HG – 2020

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