We built our dream together.
We had the house and the kids.
Our love was strong.
What went wrong?
Our love was alive,
but what lives must die.
We danced and sang our songs.
It didn’t last long.
Twelve years together, all in vain.
It left us both in so much pain.
Over the years we repaired our relationship.
Over time the pain subsided.
The love that lived in the house,
when we were each other’s spouses,
lived strong and died hard.
That’s why it was so hard to part.
This is a poem from “The Chill Turned Warm”
The House
It’s available at http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00PB62T0C/
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