The Life We Had (A poem by Blake Grantham)
I wish we could at least be friends,
and then the pain we share may end.
No words to speak, not much to say,
I never thought we’d get this way.
It seemed it started from a rift.
From there we let each other drift.
divorced from you, my scars run deep,
and just like you, I’ll always weep.
The life we had, the love we shared,
and now alone we both are scared.
So often now we feel the blues,
we wish we’d known just what we’d lose.