Yes I’m guilty

Of forcing your

Roundness into the

Square hole of

Me guilty of

Concocting a dream

Of us and

Happily ever after

When the truth

Of you withered

On the vine

Like ignored and

Passed over fruit

Left to rot

In reality’s sun

Back to planting

I will tend

To my orchard

The next time

Around bringing home

Next years harvest

Free again at

Long last again

Alone again at

Long last alone

The cobwebs of

You swept aside

No longer a

Slave to the

Meal you promised

As paltry as

Your affection was

I can now

Once again at

Long last once

Again dine from

The full buffet

That life is

And sailing we

Were compass in

Hand pointing west

Nary a storm

Approached strong winds

Set to sail

Moving we were

Excited we were

For the quest

Of each other

One month into

Our voyage and

No land in

Sight we’re simply

Drifting now through

The seas of

Mediocrity no sea

Monsters no storms

Just the lull

Of water slapping

Against the hull

Sometimes what we

Think is true

Isn’t sometimes our

Feelings get hurt

Causing even affection

To sour and

Then someone hands

You a fresh

Glass of love

Drink you do

Wondering what magic

Lies within what

Mysteries will emerge

Rather than believing

Yourself instead try

To trust others

For in them

You will love