Why don’t some

Things just end

Why do some

Things carry on

Why can’t we

Simply be a

Machine that seizes

Up and stops

Once the oil

Of our love

Turned to sludge

But no oh

No we continue

Whacking and hacking

As though we

Were clearing jungle

Pointing out this

And accusing that

Like a couple

Of barristers arguing

Their clients innocence

Are we both

Not guilty of

The same crime

Stealing the love

That we thought

Was clearly given