Poem: This Life Isn’t Ours To Own


   We were running the same route one step at a time, 
   parallel to each other, 
   side by side following the rhythm of the other. 
   We tried to make it spark
   but it wouldn't work out. 
   We loved one another like no other 
   but circumstances are pulling us away from each other.
   What we had is bad timing…really bad timing.
   Maybe today isn’t our time. 
   Maybe this life isn’t ours to own. 
   Maybe someday, sometime in a different dimension 
   Where that two oceans finally meet 
   I hope we would find our way back to each other 
   and finally be together.

   2011©Agapin Edrayll

    Image: Wuthering Heights 1992


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