Come take my hand.
We’re inches away, several miles apart.
Just a little closer. Just a bit more.
You tear up on cue, with a wary soul.
Clouded judgement, forgotten memories.
We promised forever, minds at war.
A love of a lifetime.
Where did we go wrong?
Shards of glass broken, as still as the moonlight.
And now, a fleeting glimpse of goodbye.
caffeinated sonnets 
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Thanks for the re post 🙂 I hope that you find what you are looking for.
Thanks 🙂
No prob 😉
I see a face on the photo and a dog!
Haha. Well, you’ve always had interesting perspective on stuff.
Hope all is well D 😉
And I’m weird. I know. Haha.
Well erm. Nah. Everything is not fine, sadly. But I will be. Like I always say. 🙂
Yes, things will be ok, one way or the other 🙂
I guess the promises are always the worst part of the relation.
Broken promises indeed are.