It was a long ride home
Traveling half in darkness, half in light
Without an end in sight
Fleeting thoughts like rolling hills
Of blurry images that flash before your eyes
Our love, forlorn of compromise
Four hundred miles along the line
That neither of us crossed
For fear we would be lost
And as the wheels churned
In the distance you could feel the sun set
Upon the shadows of regret
A superfluous journey
You were of course,
half wrong and at least half right
'Twas such our fight
Sudo Nym September, 2007 All Rights Reserved
Upon the shadows of regret
Sad and yet so often true in many relationships. Well done, Sudo. Love and best wishes,
Regis
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