Off this Road

She fell out of love with me. 

Not long after she had to stay at home. 


We split up far too long before any newsy talk of being husband and wife. 

I met her not long before our troubles. 

Not long enough for her to be the Dean to my Sal. 

Today I wonder if she’ll take me back 

and we will make castles out of our affection. 

Pray, pray again and again 

Something gives. 

Sometimes even true love fails to make the distance. 

No word left to write.






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