To, for, and about Lynn

You were the girl

who helped me to ,once again, believe in my self,

and for that, I married you.

We had our idyllic days and nights.

Time passed, with a rush of good memories.

There was comfort when we held each other,

for we both needed bonds to carry us through.

Slowly, it all went away

as we drifted into separate lives,

uneasily.

Me with my writing, you, your plays,

we spent our times, divided.

Children were born and we became parents

the roles, imposed, not grown into.

The twinkle was gone

replaced with resentment.

We knew our end was in sight.

Why couldn't we grow, from our place long ago?

Isn’t that what’s suppose to happen?

Now you sit there and I sit here,

wondering about love

both afraid to believe in happiness.