A Lover’s Woes

Rummaging through memories,

I found pieces of your soul

Forgotten glimpses of affection

And time spent in adoration.

We were kids who didn’t know better

Thought all we needed was each other.

And as our pool of love dug deeper into the ground,

I inevitably drowned.

Now we speak of joy in past tense

Not a lot of what we do makes sense

In the process of growing up,

Life happens to love.

©️ Abirami

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