Chapter 1232

Footprints In The Silt

When two people split
What is it that's left
Was what happened
Little more than theft

Not everyone wants the same
Each can have different goals
Usually one more than the other
Has their heart drug over hot coals

There always comes a point
When one wants more
They often seek it out
Another they soon adore

Now there's a dilemma
They may soon need to choose
More likely than not
Someone is going to lose

When it all falls apart
Nothing can be rebuilt
Little more is left
Than footprints in the silt

Nobody