Imperfect

10. IMPERFECT

me and her were great together!

We would walk long hours in the park,
and watch old movies in the dark.

We would sing sad songs to each other,
and talk about being a father and mother.

We would chat for eternity without hush,
and sit in the calm with nothing to discuss.

We would cry on each others shoulder.
and happily natter about growing older.

one day she said:

"I don't think it's working."
who was I to argue?