Lost and found
Old and new
Wet and dry
Opposites may have attracted
Once
But the repulsion is evident
Now
I may have robbed my children
Of their black and white world
Everything went gray
Too early
For them
I was so lost
Once
And then
Again
And then
Again
What do I even expect to find?
I feel old
Even though love is new
I guess because once
New love = uncomplicated
And now...
Now the only thing that's simple
Is the end
The tears
Stream
Down my cheeks
Wet
The fountain
Of future
Happiness
Dry
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