Unspoken, our love anticipated
every facial movement, desires
existed without need for language
our bodies anticipated a future of debauchery.
in the privacy of our togetherness.
In reality, we never learned how to be,
how to plan for the next century.
Suddenly, we did not know each other.
We were busy:
Not learning, not caring, not pursuing
the other’s reality. Love went missing
but we expected the other to remember
what it once was.
Losing interest, we lost each other,
resisting simultaneous spontaneous growth.
Creating a disease called complacency, with,
a side effect, sorrow. It halted the flow
of our reality, and we almost lost love.
– L.J. Lenehan –