Pulled Apart

It is the simple things,

That are fun.

Laughing at every detail and playing.

No matter what it is you do…

Enjoying each second…

Moving along at a snail’s pace.

As the sun starts to go down,

There is that knowing that it has to end now.

That sad feeling that we still don’t get to be together.

Like there is this constant universal force,

That is pulling us apart.

Despite my greatest efforts,

I cannot stop it.

Perhaps it is simply preparation,

For some element greater than I could yet fathom.

But probably not.

Because I can imagine just about anything.

And I am really tired of preparing for this nothing that is “supposed” to be coming.

And there really is no reason,

Why we should allow ourselves,

To be pulled apart.




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