Saturday, December 17, 2011


describes the us
I always thought we had
invades the me
that's suddenly quite sad
enormous rue
exudes from you
I know my faults are trying
but if we care
we may breathe air
into a love that's dying.


Paul Andrew Russell said...

This is wonderful writing, Bob.

Unfortunately, I know it all too well, the death of love.

As they say, it takes two to tango, and when one leaves the dance the other is left to stand alone with no music playing in their heart.

rch said...

You said it Paul ;^)