Separation is pain.
A rift, a chasm.
A canyon between hearts.
Where love once reigned,
Never-ending tumult persists.
The hurricane of pain,
Strips way the fabric of relation.
A path once captured in happy pictures,
Leads to no where but sorrow-filled valleys.
A rift is a challenge, overcome only by peace.
Will you allow me back?
Will I allow you?
Our rift is pain.
Our love once reigned.
Our conversation was not held in tumult.
Our love was a whirlwind, window-shattering connection.
Our relationship was a blanket wrapping our hearts.
Where did I rift begin?