A destination
Not one I wanted
But one we deserved
That could be worse
Or could have been
But life, forced into reverse
Not for fear
But in consideration
For both our realities
I've not been open
No comedic relief
In the drought of our hardships
Misunderstood
Rolling off these stone walls
An accident we couldn't avoid
I could not unravel
From perfection, so quickly
A vintage spoilt, rotten
Clearly, been unable too
Get what was not given
To see what was well hidden
Served clean and cold
There will be no more chapters
No verbatim; a termination
It was complicated, compounded
Who was this for
It was for you; it was for me
Perhaps we both did, blinded
By love, but for whom
It was for you; it was for me