On the patio I can see the chameleons
Their necks so red with lust
On the wind the green parrots
Call to one another hoping for a place to rest
The sky is orange and deep purple with the last whispers of light
Twisting the orange peel in my drink thinking of how I felt
About all those days we missed, before we saw the truth
A home in the South of France with all that money could afford
Yet we were so distant like prizefighters circling in the ring
Looking for a weakness and then jabbing in for the kill
It was painful for both of us, but my God the kids
What would they have learned from such broken people?
We were once so much in love that nothing could tear us apart
Living in Jakarta in a one room windowless flat
Even that could not discourage us from a love that always bloomed
We strolled in hot humid afternoons dreaming of better days
I wiped the perspiration from your brow, you laughed in that silly way
The days tumbled by the children came, we were always so very happy
Time took its toll and jobs, like the seasons went round
Till one day we realized that we were no longer
We tried to make it work, for the sake of the kids, but it was a lost cause
Even they knew that we were hiding a truth so profound.
The lawyers came and took what they could and left us with the rest.
There was no malice between us as we smiled, resting gently
In each other arms, hoping for a miracle before we were gone.
Now, it's the morning of the rest of our lives. I ask you if you want coffee
Your look is causal as you say, “If only you had asked me that twenty years ago I would have known what to say.” And so it goes the things we forgot to ask are the things that will haunt us to the very, very end.
(thanks to KA for being so generous)