What The Heart Can Take No More Poem by david lessard

When did it start...?
I can't remember...
Was it early June?
Or was it late September?

When did it fade...?
When did it become I...
instead of we...?
When did we lose the bond...
and began to disagree?

Memories are shadows...
Nothing stays crystal clear...
Time became our enemy...
To all that we held dear.

Like rain, pelting the sand...
We lost the tie that binds;
and fought our endless battles,
in the corridors of our minds.

We never called a truce...
and so, we lost the war;
now we must reap the sadness...
Of what the heart can take no more.