By Michael W. Raley
It’s over.
It’s really over.
After all we’ve been through,
Every joy,
Every laugh,
Every tear,
Every struggle,
Every trial,
You want out.
I want to stay and fight,
But that is not what you want.
I’ve dedicated my life to you,
Yet, it’s still not good enough,
For you want to ditch our history, our roots
In order to fly away.
For what it’s worth,
I want you to stay, but
You don’t want to work it out.
If we have reached this impasse,
This unforeseen insurmountable hurdle,
This obstacle we can’t get around,
Then I guess it’s over.
Triumphant In Christ 