no sadder thing,
can there be,
for all at once,
reality strikes,
and you realize,
there is no longer,
a you and me.
who was wrong,
or right,
each has
a hand in it,
this truth,
we cannot fight
for the pain is there,
it runs so deep
because of the loss,
of promises
we could not keep.
once dreamed,
they are all lost,
and the intimacy shared,
all part of the cost,
but the memories made,
always are a part,
no matter,
where you go,
they stay,
within the heart.
our time,
without anger,
or hate,
though we begin again,
walking toward,
what now awaits,
we will always have within,
our memory of us,
when love did,
first begin.
by Silk- 12/99