When Forever is Over
All things must come to an end.
A cliché, I know.
But a fact none the less.
They thought it would be forever.
Their passion strong.
Their love deep.
Their respect for one another
Abundant.
Then time got its wrinkly hands
On their passion.
On their love.
On their respect for each other.
It wrung the passion out of them.
It squeezed their love too tight.
It twisted their respect for one another
Until, finally,
Forever faded into the past.
Until, finally,
Forever was over.
Roy W. Backes
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Roy W. Backes - Poetry 