It had to end.
We had all this.
So absorbed in all our comforts.
Photos, framed memories,
Holidays, various locations.
It lasted longer than
Either of us,
Secretly dared to hope.
Now we are just someone
Else`s memories.
Isn`t that the way,
Time immemorial.
We all think we
Are more important
Because we outlived 'you'.
How sad!
Feel the quality,
Not the width.
Peter Vealey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/passing-the-baton/
