Old poem from my may-yet-be-published poetry book Northern Heart.


Parting Ways

So we’re standing here again then,
not knowing what to say.
Has anything really changed at all?
We age a year and live a day.

Blinded by my unshed tears,
but at last this time I see.
And I guess I did wrong to you,
and I know you did wrong to me.

No longer are we starcrossed,
but still we carry on prentending;
thinking the morrow will be better,
thinking love is neverending.

Wonder what it’s all about,
why the happiness must die.
You could never turn your back,
so I need to say Goodbye.

Guess we weren’t a fairytale after all.