Is It Over? .
Instead of the sunbeam-soaked laughter we knew,
by Fay Slimm
Buoying us through restive days,
We've become strangers who noddingly pass,
And we're busy with seperate ways.
Tolerance and silence now govern our time
Spent together, with ever more space
Between briefer glimpses we sigh as we part
Every past bonding we seek to efface.
Where went the faces we clownishly pulled?
The soap-suds we shared in the bath?
Wrinkled-up noses when relatives called.
Silly mad phrases which made us both laugh.
Must we play out this obtuse masquerade?
Cloaking hurt as it appears?
Paltry-poor habits - demeaning such love
Which rewarded each need, over years.
Is it all over? Has time at last gone?
Will any dim flame ever grow?
If there's one match to kindle, let it ignite.
If not, - will you please let me know?