Poem: We Meet

We Meet


We meet, as is our custom.
We smile, as is our way.
From habit, hug each other,
though, little’s left to say.

Now our words are stifled-
sound phony - somewhat strange.
There’s no way to determine
just when it all did change.

We hold to what we‘ve treasured
and nurtured, for so long.
Too much we’ve each invested,
to have it all go wrong.

So, we hold and we coddle…
reluctant to let go.
Regardless…all is slipping.
This fact, we both do know!

The best is now behind us.
This truth, we both must see.
We’ve failed the test of time, Love.
And now, I’ll set you free!


June Kellum
2005