WELCOME TO 'OH WELL'

THE WALLS OF: 'I COULDN'T STAY'

At times when I don't hear from you it makes me think our time is ending.

It makes me feel like I'm the one towards whom you've been pretending.

It's as if the colors that painted our world have dulled and faded;

Leaving both of us in an echoing silence that razes love we once paraded.

Welcome to 'Oh Well' again, seems I will be spending time in the realm not known.

I'll capture all the heavy rain whilst I follow where the albatross has flown.

I'll linger here in purgatory, just like a shade, while pondering the thought of my ghost.

Oh well again, to what could have been, towards the one I love the most.

I'm not sure what to make of this emotion known as love:

Dancing flowers, turtle doves, expressions and praise to the one above?

In a realistic way none of these notions make any sense at all.

Romantic gestures, sweets, and heartfelt embraces now rot on the other side of your wall.

So it seems we both indeed have our gray place known as 'Oh Well'.

Yours is riddled with regret of risks not taken, for fear of putting another through Hell.

A lost travelers way of the path least taken, is feigning the day away.

Dangling from the noose the albatross carries, over the walls of 'I Couldn't Stay'.

By: Charles Poore