A lifetime’s
relationship
still lies
where it was tossed,
like an old tattered rag,
in the corner of the room.
unnoticed; unattended.
The “ successful couple”
on a road too long,
with too much sacrifice;
time they both stole
from two young hearts
that promised
to be in love forever.
Bought it all, have it all,
living the “good life”;
still together
as ‘man and wife’.
Hiding empty hearts
they weather the loneliness,
and neither one of them
understands why.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
stealing hearts, telling lies. What else is there to life? You are honest to a fault, Brunelle. I like how you see - perceive - things. Goldy