Meet You Halfway

This is not what we are
nor what we used to be,
you standing here, and me
looking at the altar

from so far away.

We ran many miles, and yet
the journey went too fast.
Relax, I’ll raise my glass;
it’s the last thing I’ll get

from you, anyway.

As for the best of us,
it’s sleeping in a box,
now turning back the clock
under a pile of dust.

No longer in my way.

We may have had our blast
and it felt more than right.
Lost days are out of sight,
so let’s drop the past.

I’ll meet you halfway, then.
I’ll just meet you halfway

to love.

 © Emilie