shame it had to end

we used to sit

on the front porch,

remember?

that gentle sway of swing.

we used to talk, or even

better

yet.

not say a word.

a splendid quiet would

come upon us.

suns would rise and fall,

summers

would pass.

winters would

arrive.

we had more than we

would ever need.

ever spend.

we had each other.

sitting on the front

porch.

hand in hand.

shame it had to end.