Contempt of love lead us to this.
Hallowed feelings lacking the bliss.
I no longer hold you in my arms,
and that is no reason for alarm.
I can’t say I saw it coming so soon.
Some things just burn out in doom.
You no longer hold me in my arms,
and that is all we have to keep calm.
We needed each other and then not so,
the lovers burn slowly faded to a glow.
We no longer hold each other anymore,
then we turned and left through separate doors.
(Generally its been a good few days but I’ve been having regretful feelings about the past. Still nothing I can do about it now. This old poem, though about love, kinda sums up my mindset at the moment.)