On a precipice not so deep
Stands a car
With memories jutting out,
Memories of light and
Shadows, and darkrooms
Memories of rosy carpets,
The first spring of love
The first plunge towards
A profundity, a dream
An immaculate dream,
A profundity cast away
Involved in jealousy,
Wearing tattered raiments .
They cried infidelity
The world spelled it conformity
They slapped conformity on
their own faces
Others called it repression
Months then gave fights,
Years disintegration
Days invited separation
A moth balled censure
Parted by open discussions
Guided by diverse interests
Days with strangers
Nights derived from lies
Lies and frigid ties
A sleep occasioned by melancholy and destiny
The car drives are longer now
Talk with strangers passing for hours
Secret trysts too many
But the two voyagers are still
Detached and turbulent
Speaking to gilded walls
Rationing their time,
Collecting their lost hours with
words held onto the
precipice,
As both park their sorrows,
Stationed on the cliff's
edge.
A memory too afar
A love made to last
An unhappy achievement
Beautified for twenty years.
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The price of conformity in a marriage of two decades, my own take on the stilted ideals of any institution.
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