Calling It A Day Poem by Thomas Golding

When I said I’d marry you
I never said I’d carry you
We needed love not gratitude
What we had was platitudes
Yet for a time we flew together.

Thank you for the love we knew
Thank you for the times we two
Floated in that little death
Between the thunder and the flash
Yet thanks are cold and warm no hearts.

Recall those loving promises
Of singing in the wilderness
Our paradise on earth we swore
Would last for ever more
We surely strayed somehow.

Our bed at night is Hades ice
Winter came to paradise
Your back at night is far yet near
What’s the use of staying here?
Let’s both call it a day.

Look back on that love we knew
And on the hope we shared
Time now to stop this sorry game
Both of us may share the blame
Time now to stop the hurting.