Caught in the road block between time and space that twilight of what to say when the words are all said what to do when heights of pinnacle was long ago.
Together for love’s sake when there is only one lover Love making for *** sake is merely ******* Talking for talk sake forces words that ring untrue in the ears of the beholder Doing simply for the sake of doing is going through motions without emotion some would say, almost uncaring, unfeeling, unfettered the bird of passion flown into yesterday’s ancient sun spot, speckles of happiness dimmed by time too many words not enough emotion.
I've had several comments abut this poem 'speaking' to other folks in various states of relationships. The person who comes home and 'talks' of how difficult their day had been - without a second thought for the other...