Drifting Apart
We dreamed of Dublin, a life anew, A small condo bathed in morning hue. Berlin curled up by our feet, Our love a rhythm, soft and sweet. You’d pour valeriana in my pancake mix, A quiet spell, a gentle fix. "You struggle to listen," you’d softly say, Then wrap me in warmth, melt me away. I’d scrub the floors, you'd take the pup, You loathed the chores, I picked them up. In messy harmony, we found our way, Building tomorrows from yesterday. And on slow nights, under dim-lit glow, We danced on the kitchen floor, soft and slow. No music played, just the hush of the air, Feet barely moving, lost without care. But life’s a tide, it pulls and sways, And now I count the widening days. Jakarta calls, I have to go, Leaving behind the life we’d sown. I try to hold, but time won’t wait, Dreams unravel at the hands of fate. And so I whisper to the air, Goodbye, my love—be well out there. Maybe someday, another time, Under different stars, your hand in mine. Bournemouth, July 2024
