Waves were never calm
that I can remember
Mostly verbal’s of damn
Turbulent weather
We rode it for awhile
Love - a broken oar
Symptoms in denial
quietly roared
A relationship in distress
drifted
Calls went out – SOS
But decisions were cemented
The boy had ideals
recently acquired
The girl felt the squeeze
and retired
Who’s to blame?
And does it matter
when the end game
ends in disaster?