Quiet Musings

Untangled

She carried 

her pain in a paint can

poured love out

until it was gone

she didn't see

it wasn't he

she was quietly

singing along

He carried 

his pain in a bottle

broken glass laid out

bare to walk on

he didn't see

it wasn't she

he was quietly changing the song

She was caught up

in misinformation

thoughts of her own

taking flight

she didn't see

it wasn't he

she was mastering

all that was right

He was caught up in new conversation

thought out words

that eluded a fight

he didn't see

it wasn't she

he was mastering

blinding the light

The past

was taken aback by it all

to the future

it just couldn't see

it wasn't she

it wasn't he

the past was

just where they would be

The present

was here now presenting

no warning

to future or past

it wasn't he

it wasn't she

the present

was not meant to last

The future

left taken for granted

a love that would

never arrive

it wasn't she

it wasn't he

the future

was not to survive

The forever

forgot it was promised

threads come untangled

that way

it wasn't he

it wasn't she

the forever

was lost in the fray

                - Lynda McConnell

 

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