We were in love and love was not enough.
Sometimes it
isn’t. It’s the same old song:
I couldn’t see the thing for all the stuff,
And now I only see
all that went wrong.
The many opportunities I missed.
The games we
played to win instead of play.
The nights we argued when we should have kissed.
Kind words unsaid,
hard words I can’t unsay.
So many ways our love could have gone right
And we managed to
find the only trails
That led to loss and loneliness and spite,
Like dowsing rods
for anything that fails.
We could have
played the green; we chose the rough.
We were in
love but love was not enough.
Copyright 2014 Matthew J Wells
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