More or less...The longer we spend together-- I wonder
Are we becoming more
Or are we less in this pairing?
Once, we were unique;
Now one of us pales
Somehow lessened in existance
becoming just an extention of the other...
MaroonedYou left me high and dry.
Only marginally better than leaving me floundering,
Or desperately gasping like a landed fish,
I was stranded--
While you spend your time drifting here and there,
Dipping your toes into the shallows,
Toying with the surf - just like you toyed with my emotions.
But remember; The tides turn.
Be careful not to get caught in the swell,
It will pull you down like a shipwreck.
The sea is not so merciful as I--
And I won’t sink and drown just yet.
We become ships passing;
And I will sail again and cast my nets.
I will add-- in hindsight,
When I caught you
I should have thrown you back.