It was special
in its own way
Soft
Tender
Gentle
Sensual
Mindful
Thoughtful
But that wasn't enough
that was not what was needed
that was not it
"Hold my hand"
but all we did was walk.
so when we got home
"Let's sing a song"
but all we did was stare at the movie screen.
so when we woke up
"Lets meet up and make a memory"
but all we did was work.
so when night time came
"Lets sit up and talk"
but all we did was fall asleep.
Now our 'picture-perfect' is faded
grown cold
to the soul
nothing seems to revive it.
That only means one thing
its done-
so we wake up and smell the coffee in our own special way.
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