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
Bed & Breakfast Scenes
… there's still life ahead
… there's still life ahead
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.