The Journey

Sunshine in your eyes has gone, gone away.
Strange the games we play when we walk away.
Yesterday the game was new.
Just me and you.
Now the honeymoon's through.
What do we do.
We walk away.
Then we say
It shouldn’t be this way
Love at first sight
Felt so right
Not anymore
As you open the door
Now the split is deep
The wounds begin to weep
The way back has gone
Now we sit upon
The memories that never were
Did we care
We play it out online
Your team against mine
So strange, is it really us
The couple on the bus
The future ahead
So rosy and red
Ten years later
A chance meet
In the street
We lie about life
Trouble and strife
Walk away
Without a care
Turn and wave
Pause 
Two kids on the bus
Going all the way
All the way
To that future day
The day they would never see
Wasn’t to be
life was stronger than them both
As it always is.

Reviews

[I Am Svetlana]

Love is the longest journey of all. It's not easy to see it end when you felt things would last forever, then having to see strangers around you having everything seem to come right together for them. Sometimes, the journey isn't meant to last for us...but it'll push us towards someone who is worthy of what all we have to offer. Very thoughtful, heartfelt write.

[Paul Bell]

Onwards and upwards he strifes on.

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

Sad that some things never last and become the past- if two truly can say they have tried but it wasn’t meant to be but sometimes people don’t try hard enough- but sometimes one does but the other cannot appreciate the other enough to realise what they have until it’s gone/ life goes on better is always on its way🌹

[Paul Bell]

Yeah it has got to work both ways.

[Gee]

After lust comes the conditioning to accept the warts and all faults of our chosen other, this and tongue biting, counting to ten and having long hard looks at ourselves in the mirror and asking, " I suppose you're perfect then"
Have just celebrated 25 years of marriage and can honestly say I couldn't have asked for a better woman to let me share her life.
Hi Paul, hope all is well.
Enjoyed the read

[Paul Bell]

So true, you have to work at marriage.
Especially if you want to go out with the boys.

[Ardra]

Love this Paul.... not the usual from you...but worth reading again and again...
And very true....once the games end and when it turns ugly...it's difficult...would love to read this side of yours more :))

[Paul Bell]

Is this resonating with you.
Hows the weather with you.

[Ardra]

It does sound familiar...;)
It's not sunny...still grey storms are crying in the corners...

[Paul Bell]

That could be a poem
Grey storms crying in the corner.
Need to go back out for another run. Too much sadness around.

[Ardra]

You seem to be on run all the time :)

[Paul Bell]

I think better on the move. lol

[Coyote Poetry]

Honest and true words shared Paul.
"life was stronger than them both
As it always is."
When the love is forgotten. Almost impossible to find. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Paul Bell]

Always starts out roses, then the thorns come out.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right my friend. Must bleed to live.

[Onlyme]

Exceptional read with a great message held within its grasp.

[Paul Bell]

Thanks, Dawn. Somber for a Sunday.

[barleygirl]

I very much enjoy reading you when you're delivering a deep & serious message (seems a little uncommon coming from you!) *wink! wink!* I also love seeing you rhyme, which isn't usually part of your style it seems. Great job showing all the ways "love at first sight" can turn ugly without warning . . . you deliver a haunting longing in between lines (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Paul Bell]

Just as well it's only now and again.
Wonder if love should be changed to lust.

[Mrudula Rani]

Gorgeous writing! Tightly knitted picture of a journey that ends up breaking your readers heart....
sat with tears, wondering if the protagonists of this journey ever felt this way even a little, while they were playing those strange games??

[Paul Bell]

Young love. Always starts out rosy.
Should really come with a health warning.

[Mrudula Rani]

Love young or old is divine. It has no expiring date!!