More Often
Our Lot in Life
More often than not
I travel with a heavy heart,
A few beautiful moments
And then it's time to part.
It could be a month, a year or two
A life as lovers or maybe just friends,
The time so very precious
As the days come to an end.
It seems like our lot in life
That we will be ships in the night,
Taking what we need
Before disappearing from sight.
We'll say goodbye and promise to keep in touch
Knowing we'll never see each other again,
We'll think about the good times once or twice
Although the memories will remain.
But I’m hopeless at goodbyes
As my heart just tears asunder,
The pain, the tears, unable to breathe
Is it worth it, I’m left to wonder?
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About the Creator
Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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