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