There was everything
and it was
good.
Then the door
shut
and everything
was gone.
It was only
something.
And something never seemed
so small.
I was no longer
me
and we weren't
us.
Just two people
with
something
too little,
and so all the reason
to walk away.
We walked
and
it was done.
A phone call now and then.
.
Life is strange. Everything becomes nothing...
ReplyDeleteand that nothing becomes everything.