I’m lost, I said, though I knew she was sleeping.
I remained in the bed, sitting,
staring where love once was,
now some dark shape that could have been a corpse in the bed remained.
All that was special and magical in life
had suddenly become commonplace and tired;
there was no remedy or break from it.
It seemed as if the gold paint had flaked off
and now I was left staring at a mud statue.
Life was crawling by and all I wanted was to run,
and I waited so long to get out of the gates.
I wish I never looked back.
Andy Veilleux 
Amazingly beautiful.
thank you kindly 🙂
Interesting read as always. Keep writing bro
Thanks man 🙂 We miss you over here!
Sometimes the routine of life is hard to overlook when the magic is gone….you made me recall some old emotions.
old emotions are always good food for an artistic mind like yours. Glad I could help!