You are standing there
Heated words exchanged by us
I am standing here
Separated by our own constructed dams of speaking only expected, automatic reciprocal conversation. Where is the easy response to the early questions, before life became more than just the two of us? What happened to the “my one and only forever” we quoted to each other all those times ago?
Those moments have worn away into pretense, and life has become an automatic routine of daily chores. The weakened dam through time is not strong enough to hold back tears of disappointments, expectations, and unrealized dreams.
The separating barricade is life. The first bright glance of promise now dimmed by our own spoken words. The feeling of warmth, safety, permanence is gone. We need to rebuild and try to survive this melancholy flood.