Two hearts separated by one muse.

Entangled we are in the dance of deception.

Between us our days are dull and nights are cold filled with distant sobs. 

The daylight shines over us but not on the inner chambers of our romantic love. 

My heart is sullen in fact with all the loss of us.

The sorrow of our departure has left me feeling numb.

Your presence cast its shadow on my weakened heart and now all is left for us to do is to slowly drift apart.©

Published by Naomi S. Gobern