Promising words not
Followed by action is like
*** without the attraction-
******* useless.

She sat in the old armchair,
In the winter of her life.
The last of her sisters;
A once comfortable wife.

With bony white finger
She traced the pattern of her chair;
Withered from age
Like the strands of her hair.

For her kids had come and gone.
Her fears, she passed them on.
An ok husband she had;
A time long ago, a time not so bad.

'Love' and spouse,
Kids and house
Were the choices she made.
Unbeknownst to her,
The passion she had
Was bound to fade.
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That man in the corner,
At the end of his days.
A bottle of whiskey;
A familiar haze.

His cold empty house
Devoid of all life.
Followed his heart;
Never took he a wife.

Passion and success
(which he had to confess)
Were great (for awhile).
These were the choices that he made.
Unbeknownst to him,
His desire for love would never fade.

At the end of the night
All wrapped up in warm covers and plight,
He contemplated the answers to his
Internal fight.
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Tell unto me
Which one was right?

What did I do
To end up
Liking you?

Let us listen to love songs
And pretend they are about us.
Let us have nothing to do
And not make a fuss.

Let us confuse each other
With an advance and retreat,
And at the end of the night
Let us not be complete.

Let us talk lovingly,
One on one.
Let us not in large groups,
As I am no fun.

Let us never know
How the other one feels;
But perhaps one day,
Over wine and take-away meals.