They arrive tired
He and she
Trying one last time
What was a comfort
Heavy looms
Without illusions
Still they may find love
Seekers can
In old charm and style
Other People's Feelings
They arrive tired
He and she
Trying one last time
What was a comfort
Heavy looms
Without illusions
Still they may find love
Seekers can
In old charm and style
I had a similar “trying one last time” experience. Our place was Mendocino. My heart already knew we had completed our relationship in its present form. His heart took a bit longer.
The people in this poem never found what they were looking for, either. But it was still possible when they got there.