Wanderlust
You’ve not encountered either in a while;
you may not have described yourselves as close.
On social, it is easy to revile,
to Monday quarterback, to diagnose.
From outside, looking in, you wonder why,
with fond reflections on the times they had:
a life together, aiming for the sky,
that somehow missed and leaves you feeling sad.
And when you’re still, you hear that inner voice:
a marriage built on eros won’t suffice.
Agape’s not a feeling, but a choice
that often requires pain and sacrifice.
A wanderlust can tear soulmates apart;
the work’s ne’er done to synch two beating hearts.
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