Terminus

We went on one last trip, we did
We tried to work it out…

We went on one last trip, we did
We tried to work it out;
But gradually, we understood
That there – without a doubt –

We’d seen our last trip as a team.
Our marriage now in shreds,
We traveled back down silent roads
Each lost in our own heads

Now many years have gone, and I
Have moved beyond those days.
But sometimes I think back to when
I thought the sun’s bright rays

Would never yet be seen again
Because our days were through:
But then, the end, the terminus
Turned into something
New

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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