The Two Of You

You've reached the point
where the two of you
can no longer inhabit the same pond.

You feel about as sexy
as a shopping trolley
when you're in the other's company.

There was a time when, together,
you felt you could walk on water.
Now you just get in a flap.

It's not going swimmingly is it.
You bring each other down.
Stay put and you'll drown.


One last love song