Passing Strange

Was A Time

Was A Time

by sloanranger

We sit across the table,

our heavy mood forebodes,

we are no longer able,

to bear this heavy load.

So obvious that we don't care,

Kane-like in our silence,

so quiet in this deep despair,

remains of our alliance.

I seek solace outside,

lunch with friends instead;

you spend hours at your desk,

write books I'll never read.

Was a time, you came home,

my heart was oh, so glad.

Now you hide within in your room

and all I feel is sad.

Back to back we face away -

on each side of the bed.

Was a time not long ago

you clung to me instead.

Our empty nest is quiet,

the silence runs so deep.

Now I wish that you were gone,

and I escape in sleep.

Remember that we had a life,

maybe we still do;

remember that I loved you,

my love, I wish I knew....