no long-term commitment nor strange bed
in the morning—only fractured choices.
Weeks—months—passed by without consequence
company well met bred contentment—not expectations--
till autonomy’s strings frayed in the quest for more.
Days and nights should have nurtured negotiation
yet enhanced concession’s battle ground, a place
where stalwart adversaries met halfway to nowhere.
Summer freedom found autumn chill too much
to endure—we conceded independence and solitude
left us incomplete, found solace together priceless.