Somehow

Somehow

Somehow it doesn’t seem fair on love, even when it turns to war

To shift our once acquainted minds to keeping an uneven score

What about all of the majestic moments and memories?

How is it that all we’d rather lend memory to are the catastrophes?

With neither party willing to admit the existence of any kind of decency

Aren’t we then taking from ourselves, robbing our feelings of their fluency?

Maybe it’s necessary in order to move on, I really can’t say for sure

Because it happens too often once couples shut that proverbial door

With that being as it is, it’s a habit we need to break

Abhorrence and contempt shows THAT love to be a mistake

But why is that the easiest place to run, as if hatred has a better feel to it?

It’s not valuable to your own spirit to simply pour tar on the entire palette

Simply to choose not to honour remembrance with its true colours of grandeur

Somehow?  That doesn’t seem fair on love, even with it turns to war

By (c) 2015 Stacey Kell 

2015.07.07