Time
has always been love’s enemy
And distance
is its faithful crutch
Ages pass
and what was
becomes
lost amidst the pains of growth
Love struggles
to remain grounded
Until it
finally buckles
beneath
the weight of the distance
it has
come to loath
Love can
not last
When distance
fills the pass
No matter
how strong to each other
Lovers
grasp
Rarely do
lovers win
Against
a struggle that pounds the heart
In swift,
crushing blasts
Striking
the hosts spirit
Lacerating
all chance of hope
And thrashing
at each lover’s memories
that happens
in the path
As love’s
hosts rise for one final stand
Time binds
their sight
with smoke
red with angry ghosts from the past
and fires
its final shot
Leaving
wet sod from lost years
To wake
the bitter ghosts
Of love’s
haunted
Listless
hosts.
© One
