Always Only, a poem by Ann Christine Tabaka at
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Always Only

Always Only

written by: Ann Christine Tabaka



It was
always only me,
always only you,
never anyone else.

Life set.
Schedules met.

There was no room,
no time.
Destiny had spoken,
counting out her
harsh demands.

I cannot say
what I cannot see,
and I cannot do
what I cannot believe.

There was a time
when things were different,
where things were not the same.

There was a life
that was worth living,
before life became too full.

Commitments taken over
by a convergence of lifestyle.

Now it is no one,
at no time,
as we struggle to get by.

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