Collide

 

 

When two

lives collide:

 

the life I live

the life I left

 

behind;

 

& like the fairy

tale, it seems,

 

that I’ve been

sleeping for

 

a million years.

 

When one great

love, it died;

 

‘forever’

just a word,

 

& twenty years

a legacy

 

of children,

horses,

 

that old dream.

 

Hindsight’s

for the aged

 

reflection

one last gift;

 

when two lives

collide

 

a whirlpool

of surmise

 

which leads

to this.

 

‘Love’,

 

what did it

mean?

 

 

 

 

 

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