Separate Lives
As she was leaving, he asked her, “Why?”
She said she was tired of the same old thing.
He asked her , “What does that mean?”
She rolled her eyes and left.
He never saw her again
which may have been a good thing
for as they say, “You never miss a good thing”
and yet, he missed her deeply.
Their love had been a clash of egos.
They could argue while holding hands.
She finally tired of the constant battles
and thus, he became a poet.
She never saw him again
and never gave it a second thought.
She lived a life of happiness
writing books for children.