I look around at
What that person was
I can see the care used
In things made and chosen
I see his version of a home
I live in what that person was

I am not sure when the
Continental shift caused
Our lives to drift,
Drift apart
As untied boats from docks do
The distance between the two
Too far for recovery

I look around and see
What that person was
And
It is sad
To lose a person tied to me
And I am the person who shed
The leash
Never telling the person who was
Good-bye

Thank you...no really thank you!

Very well put.

Both the words and the metaphor are very beautiful. I think tazzops is right on in his assessment:




~ Wes