Illusion

We meet, we part

the essence of union

lingers on

on, on and on.

Faint memories of togetherness

pleasures shared

loving strife

sweet laughter.

For years we cherish them

we dream of things

that could be

were we still together.

Hoping one day to meet again

end all unfinished tales

and  explore

the untreaded miles

Finally we meet

only to discover

which change

wrought by time.

We realise

the threads have drifted

too far

to be brought together.

That all through

what we’ve been nursing,

cherishing, dreaming

is just an illusion.