Gone, the thought of a lover
A memory; elusive, yet still floating past me
In emerald lands where legends dance,
You screamed while you tried to rest, as he tried to hold back what led
Early one morning as the sun began to rise,
To the thoughts
In the middle of the bed
Johnny and Jenny had been living side by side in the same quiet neighbourhood for around eleven years now. Despite living close to each other, they were complete opposites in every way imaginable. Both in their seventies, they had faced life’s challenges and were now in the later years of their lives, watching the world change around them.