Beginning as one united coming or going using a single door
Plans playing out always solved with little doubt
Plenty of passion divided equally, the other familiar face means most issues a minor chore
Another figure adds more rigor as households grow, extra weight not too great, remaining attached to the commitment still devout
Singles slowly separating, unknowing we stop growing, once common ground becoming a hidden topic to explore
Day to day we still play but with an ever-increasing price to pay, going from a one-way slow lane into a faster double roundabout
Finding a meeting place on middle ground harder and harder to be found, passion lost viewing another with a blink or nod makes them easier to ignore
Knowing this ceaseless hurry is ending our relationship in a flurry, finding times balance will repair romance no longer lost under times shroud R.C.
Done on a prompt, from the thought of "Weβre in such a hurry most of the time we never get much chance to talk. The result is a kind of endless day-to-day shallowness, a monotony that leaves a person wondering years later where all the time went and sorry that itβs all gone" I reflected on a time in life when we thought this was happening to us when married and took time each day to reflect as a family! Thank you for reading. your thoughts are helpful,Peace Takes practice. Rick