Miami blue

These will be the good old days
when we here now have gone our separate ways
and who’ll be left to say they weren’t?

holds onto my sanity
because I cannot,
don’t feel the need anymore
haven’t got the will.

But what will outlast us
when Pandora has passed us
will be the fear
that she’ll come back again.

I’m going fishin’
but she says no
and compensates me with a kiss

sometimes I wonder if this is the end
or will the end never end
and forever be
she holding on to my sanity.

© 2020, John Smallshaw.