Paid with tears

Love was paid with tears last night
when you stopped the feeling
that was growing by the day
in an instant with those simple words

the way the door slammed
when you walked out on us
felt like the key broke off in the lock
never to be opened again

now counting back the weeks
from start to abrupt finish
doesn’t even feel as if
we made the first mile by far

hurdles haven’t been jumped
obstacles were never in sight
that slight curve in the turn
was enough to get off balance

we are back to the beginning
of not knowing one another
continuing our separate lives
searching for what seems, the unfindable


- M. Trienekens -