Assessment

So now our love has run its course;
There’s nothing left to say.
On top of which, my throat is hoarse
From begging you to stay.

You’ve chosen, though, to draw a line
Beneath the life we shared;
Instead of “ours”, it’s “yours” and “mine”,
Which cannot be re-paired.

And so I sit and hold my tongue
(As I had done before
You made me feel as young as young
And we had fun galore)

And wonder where it all went wrong
And if you loved me all along.

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