Distant

She was young
So refined
A song never sung
& contract unsigned

He was old
& unstable
So flippin cold
& no longer able

She drew little red lines
Down his liver spots
Counting the times
She slept on the cots

Their division was simple
It ended real grand
Squeezed like a pimple
With a marching band

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

a relationship never to be satisfied; it rarely works, though she tried. A large age span is difficult to satiety both. A sad tale, but one that happens often. Nice write.
Best, B.

[Chris Shaw]

It was never going to work out by the sounds of things. A great divide here Ranger. You have such an upbeat way of expressing yourself.

Chris

[Ranger Kessel]

Thank you for your time