Terminated Endearment

It
Came
Too soon
That I realised
That I was
The last
Of us,

I
Missed
Each sign,
Symbol, cipher,
To rescue our
Endearment,

History
Could not
Rewrite
Life’s ordinary
Thunder storms,

As
Much
As I could
Not rewrite
My own pasts
Failings,

I stare
At what
Could have been,
The abyss of
Yesterday,
Echoes,
Memory,

I see
Only me
Staring back
Through the black,
Without your
Grasp I sink
To the depths
Of us.

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Poem © Phen Weston 2014

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