Taking It One Bref Double At A Time


Were you the one who loved?
Or was it I? Unsure
I write and rewrite poems
To tell it true at last.

But whose truth is most pure?
Not mine. I know my secrets.
Yours stay hidden. Is this
Why we ignore the past?

What have we left behind?
How many outgrown homes?
No space is big enough
To hold us both. This vast

Expanse holds no allure
When love’s set free to roam.