i could not carry the weight
visualising loading the cartridges
was too much for me and my love failed
its still there and i still love you heaps but we both look at each other across the chasm of too much hurt
you point out there is no normal and no certainty and how right you are
things will continue and i hope and we can relax in the loss of intensity
or is it going to be always this up and down? i hope not
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i don't love you less but its fresher and more airy
not trapped by misperception
more inclusive of the colours on the sea and the wind in the trees