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"
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