Sitting in the sunshine
I sieve through feelings
That were once mine
I mull over those moorings…

You and I,
Flushed with happiness
Would then paint the sky
With infinite tenderness…

And I ask
When did the crack show…
How did life become a task
Why did we have to stoop low?


You and I loved once, then we set ourselves free…
Lost moorings, floating apart into the deep tumultuous sea

Note: Picture from Internet