Ramblings of an Old, Romantic Soul

Going through motions, ‘cause that’s what I do pretending to care a damn about you. Thinking I’d rather be anywhere but wanting to break free to make a clean cut. Knowing I cannot keep up this charade convincing myself of love long decayed Believing that you must feel this divide facing the knowledge our sweet love has died. Breaking away so this pretense can cease Craving now only some 'semblance of peace. Kristina M. Hooper 8/11/2022