Moving On

When you are in a quandary When nothing seems to be working Your sweetheart wants you no more But only through words unspoken An attitude brings forth despondency and dismay A payback with the blackest ingratitude Yet, every attention is worth the trouble Yet for every disdain a million sorrows Free but in bondage Inflicted by self Happening in a cyclic fashion The meeting point is in the pocket All troubles put aside for one brief moment Alas only very brief Another stroll in the landscape of sadness