Beneath countless layers of empathy,
Under rough thick sheets of tenderness sewn,
Immersed in coddled thoughts of harmony,
So deep, opaque, seeing love as our own.
Such devotion served our simpering will,
We made up too quickly: we fell out.
Pieces of yesterday's gaze linger still
Like all memories with their threat of doubt.
This ocean bereft of caring, dissolved,
Tide-strewn, and just a kiss for protection,
Our journey seems profound, yet unresolved,
Our memories lanes of unfolding affection.
So fact becomes, we were enraptured, once,
Our tired lies endured the years and months.