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