Hearts Go On
Written November 24, 2006
One day our hearts won’t feel the same;
it is the distance, so far away.
Nine years and a winding past,
only the memories will stand to last.
The love will change, I know,
the vacuous void only will grow.
A sight, a thought — a fleeting pain,
still that feeling will quickly wane.
We have two years we won’t exploit.
With words we’re just too maladroit.
Halfheartedly we will savor their taste,
but silently allow them to rot and waste.
Once we continue to life’s next stage,
the feeling will change as quickly as age.
The clock won’t turn back to what’s been and gone;
we can only endure as our hearts go on.