Poem : Transitions

Transitions

In first, out last
Never knew why
Or what the cost

Met her
In a cafe
Not a bar
And suddenly

That kind of life was over
Tamed

I could grow old with her

But she did not feel the same

In first
Regressed

Out last
No matter the cost

Peter Alan Soron is poet and author of  "The Water of Beacons and other poems"