Falling out of love
When you take the initial letters of the title of this poem you make the word fool.
Was it some unheard word,
a compliment left unremarked,
a discarded sentence
alone
defenceless against misinterpretation?
Did we leave the same world
at the same moment
with the true intent
of returning
but never quite made it back in time?
Were we always set
on different paths
meeting by chance,
not design,
there being no real destiny in our meeting?
We fall out of love together
each waiting for the other
to give reasons why
we are no longer
one.
© chrissytotoro 2023
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very interesting poem
Thank you for reading and commenting. I’m glad you found it interesting.
Chrissy
Do no harm.
Chrissy I hope this is not about yourself. But quite often paths cross and are not meant to run together.
But it’s not about who was to blame for as they say it takes two to tango.
Good twist on the title…Tony
Tony, no not about the me I am now or have been for a long time. This poem is a bit about the me I was when I was a daft young girl who overly subscribed to the idea that ‘nothing is so good it lasts eternally’ (That’s from Chess.) I guess we’re all a bit like that when we’re young.
I love to tango. Haven’t danced that dance for eons but I used to be rather good at it.
Many thanks for taking the time to read and comment.
Chrissy
Do no harm.
A lot of this goes on
If only we would communicate instead of blaming the other party for not reading our thoughts. Loved the piece.
Many thanks for reading and commenting.
Ah yes, if only we could know what others are thinking but maybe not everything, eh?
Chrissy
Do no harm.