Wound Path
When the Red Thread of Fate Fades
Is it still love if I settle for a love that has sank so deep,
into the sea of complacency?
Fallen below the waves,
to be tangled in the seaweed
It’s comfortable, it’s relaxed
nor do I particularly want to part paths
But is a love still a love if stagnant as
a butterfly after its last breath?
Is it cruel of me to say that at times
I cannot escape these thoughts?
But it feels though
it’s a love less than love
Contentment and dissatisfaction blur
especially when I think of our days as they were
full of excitement, exploring the world
rather than the dullness
of these apartment walls
Is it wrong for me to confess these feelings
only in lines of verse?
Can I still call it love if it’s a love that’s lost its passion?
Is it even still love at all?
Should I call myself happy,
when our red thread has faded to white?
About the Creator
Leigh Fisher
I'm a writer, bookworm, sci-fi space cadet, and coffee+tea fanatic living in Brooklyn. I have an MS in Integrated Design & Media (go figure) and I'm working on my MFA in Fiction at NYU. I share poetry on Instagram as @SleeplessAuthoress.
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