Unbridled love set free, in Calgary
A young couple beneath a weeping willow tree,
Sad omens of two people to be,
Opposite and exact in their symmetry
Each passing day of warmer wet tears,
As measured steps were taken to walk away,
A belief in success is defense against fear,
And nothing but a thing they both say
They screamed silence from their corners,
Both blue and black with bruised hearts,
The same through equal alienation,
And sweet sorrowful apologies, unheard
Both walked the long walk to the pub,
Each, in turn, to drink the other away,
Both want the other to make the first move,
A shared relationship fades to dust
This is such a downer of a poem, but I was thinking about those moments when people seem so perfect for each other and it slowly fades into nothingness as you watch both parties do the same thing, want the same thing. It begs the question if you both do and want the same thing, how does it fail? Symmetry is supposed to be beauty in nature but I have seen so many couples mirror each other's misery.