Something still yet remains,
beyond th’streets, routes, roads and lanes.
I reach for her and she complains,
I cannot listen as she explains.
The story, I’ve heard; the spectrum, its range.
Tell me again to see if its changed.
Break it apart to see it arranged
Tell me again love’s not estranged.
Trust between two is broken.
If only you’d listened to that I’ve spoken.
If only you’d kept our promise, our token,
I wouldn’t have been so rudely awoken.
Blame myself, I may try,
but forever I ask the reason why.
Why so far and yet, so nigh?
Why, “Forever,” turned into, “Goodbye.”
Now I see, together at last,
visions of future, but mostly the past.
Together with him; forsaken, alas,
perhaps you’ve found this love to last.
© Donovan Keyes