Grand Love Hell

We were one
in a different time
and a different place.
Now we’re uncomfortable
in the same space.

The silence, once a lull
in our connected conversational storm
has become stilted, pauses, patches
on a relationship worn

Perhaps too smooth, threadbare,
or eroded much to small
to be considered much of
anything worthwhile at all

We go through the motions,
we pretend all is well
a once grand love
now our version of hell

 

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