Dying Love Poem by William F Glennon

Dying Love



How did we meet each other halfway?
Do directions come with relationships?

Our love became worn down, a meltdown.
Do I start over again, or do I hide?

My head and heart are far apart.
I ignored this from the start.

Somehow I lost myself.
attempting to align them.

I was drawn to my dying heart.
Now with confusion brings a new start.

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