What I consider concern,
you consider burn,
what i consider progress,
you consider churn,
rattled by perception yet moving forward,
a fairytale once, now ashes in an urn.
Last rites of a relationships demise,
beginning the end of a compromise.
Live a life that makes you smile,
manifest yourself be your own style.
Laughter that you once had but had forgotten,
walk your own path afresh and leave the rotten.
Watching from a distance. will we both smile,
I cant say now but will know in a while.