You see them walking, hand in hand,
so young, so bright, so pure, so new.
You wonder if the rules have changed,
but then remember, that was you,

and know the unlived years ahead
will leave them lonely, hurt, or used,
or bitter, or betrayed or both
or even, like yourself, confused

by also understanding how
the other choice to live apart
only means a longer loss.
So choose your pain, then press to start...

Tom Vaughan

If you have any thoughts on this poem, Tom Vaughan would be pleased to hear them.