Always Only, a poem by Ann Christine Tabaka at Spillwords.com
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Always Only

Always Only

written by: Ann Christine Tabaka

@TabakaChris

 

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,
nowhere,
at no time,
as we struggle to get by.

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