It ends like this: the road becomes a path the strong become the weak Love becomes Blasphemy and Death is a Prayer Has there ever been a time in our time together that anything done for you was accepted with love? Or, have the moments we spent together been only that - moments - with no lasting effect on your Spirit - your Soul? It ends like this: the flowers wither and die the cards become landfill the Love - a memory and the poetry - forgotten And through it all I have stood by and watched it drain away as Life among the dying Once, I argued once, I tried to save it Now, it is better to let go better, to let it die in peace It ends like this: the road becomes a path the strong become the weak Love becomes Blasphemy and Death is a Prayer c1996 Thomas Lee Rhymes - written 12/96
Reason for writing:
In most relationships, failed or successful, there are precious moments that remain long after the thrill has gone.
Unfortunately, this was not the case in this instance. Some people do not remember the love given to them during the course of an affair.
They close their mind's eye to what transpired and refuse to see the beauty that was once a vital part of their existence. And the one, left behind, has to deal with this - has to hold on to the feelings for BOTH of them.
To me, that is not fair - not fair at all.
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