I should be going through these dreadful times with you,
Now lost to me through my own selfish failings.
It should be you I stand beside when all that’s built
Begins to fall and there is only God to call on.
How could I have untied that knot that bound
Our lives together, leaving us to make our ways
In different directions, aiming for the same reward.
You’re the one I need to share my dread, and
Apprehension with, and draw your strength
To hold me up as everthing around us tumbles down.
But I must face the world’s end as the bulwark of
A fragile structure forty seasons in the making
That might or might not stand tall as the final bell is rung
And I reach for a final strand of what we could have been..
ljm