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