This poem was inspired by a chance sighting of two couples during one of my daily lunch breaks. One couple was visibly in love as they were engaged in an embrace during their lunch date. Moments later, in the same vicinity, I witnessed another couple that seemed to contrast the first in every way, as a public argument ensued between them. The contrast was quite poetic as I pondered the journey from one end of the love spectrum to the other. The following is the resulting muse.
There once was a road named “Forever”
traversed by love-ladened drifters
burning with blissful abandon
entranced by the fragrant figment
of a fairy-tale ending
Their fingers intertwined
into a lover’s knot
reflecting the contents of a lover’s heart
The road so smooth
The path so clear
No cracks, no bumps, no potholes near
But lovers become strangers
as the sands of time
turn the “tic” of bliss
into the “tock” of burden
the pant…
of…
passion…
slows
The road named “Forever” dead ends
neglected by the feet of fidelity
Streets of gold
fade to dirt roads
fraught with the souls of arguments
that died in antiquity
being conjured up repeatedly
now haunt the contemporary
Love whispered in its infancy
“i’ll never hurt” you
“i’ll always love” you
But as love grows older
it tends to grow colder
shouting over and over
“YOU NEVER LOVED” me
“YOU ALWAYS HURT” me
and before hands can heal the wounds
words wound again
siphoning fresh blood from year-old scars
The pain decays but never really dies
as the golden vow lies
in the dirt
where roads once were
© 2015 Brian Evans. All rights reserved
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