Through burnt forgotten purgatory days
We failed to fight for life with dignity
For we could disassemble all the grays
To shape our black and white reality.

We tore contented memories apart
For reasons each of us don't understand.
We walked back through a life to find our heart
When vows were born with two gold wedding bands.

We now are but a number on the list
Of promissory hope profoundly gone.
Or did we live our life to just exist
Inside this cold cocoon we counted on?

Was love when young a purely youthful need
Born out of compound hormone ecstasy?
Did need demand we marry just to feed
Some naive fiction of our fantasy?

What will transpire when we are all alone
In isolation from the life we knew;
Can we in harmony some day atone
For hateful days we put each other through?

I hope we are the lucky parted few
Who try to put aside the stormy past
And look at all those years with eyes anew -
Drop the bitter for the better; at last

When asked about my status as a single male, which happens at a very annoying rate, I respond I am choosy. How do I explain that, to me, love is a want, not a need? That I will take no woman who is so unaware of herself, so helpless to her emotions, that she can't function without me.

">" Drop the bitter for the better; at last

Any relationship that looks backwards instead of forward is probably doomed. Good read, Tom.

Les