Decision

It’s hard to explain, but I owe it to you.
There’s something inside me long hidden from view.
This nagging suspicion that thing’s aren’t the same.
There’s no use in trying to fan the old flame.

The nest is now empty, the children have flown.
In threadbare commitment we find ourselves sewn.
What once was an “us” has become “you” and “me”.
With separate lives and diverse destinies.

What passes for passion is really a guise—
Emotionless commitment and soft shallow lies.
I sense this decision we postpone everyday—
Do we stay together, or go separate ways?

Category: Poetry, Relationships

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