Things happen

Most are  happy

Sometimes love lasts,

Life can be so crappy.

Must get rid of all the baggage

Usually that is the best,

New start, the old adage,

To hell with the rest.

Life would be great

If love would last,

Like a sideways crazy eight.

Forgetting the past

Yearning for the one to love

To lay beside always

Not wishing from afar.

Being together Now

Hoping forever and always,

Seems to not be any different,

A physical ocean no longer between us.

Just An illusional reference.