Glimpses of something so far
Willowy, whispy, and it won't stay.
Shred our love like some confetti,
Ripped it apart made us unsteady
Turned to the right then the left
All the while so bereft
Only we blame ourselves
For deep and lonely wells.
Isn't there another golden pet,
Can we circumstances sublet.
Another kitten grow to cat?
Is it as simple as that?