For anyone who’s ever realized, too late, that they’d chosen the wrong mate.
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The connection is broken
Did it ever exist?
Was it all an illusion
A vapor, a mist?
A mirage born of loneliness
A yearning within
A deep, gnawing longing
To find our soul’s twin
Were we simply enamored
With the idea of love?
The stuff the great romance
And dreams are made of
Did we blindly dive in
With great expectations,
Delusions of grandeur
And endless elation?
Never really quite knowing
That there would be trials
That our journey together
Would go on for miles
Wearing us down
Our patience grown thin
And what we hate now
We ignored going in
Not once did we stop
To consider the price
Of choosing a life mate
On a roll of the dice
With no common ground
For a foundation to build
Our house is now leaning
The laughter has stilled
We sit in the shadows
Of what might have been
If we’d chosen to part
Way back when
© 2009 – Andrea J. Shannon
Great written,Thanks for sharing,Keep up the good work 
Excellent…neatly expressed, nice rhyming 
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