When Love Dies

Mission: Write a romantic poem or story that includes the phrase "an old shoe at the side of the road"

Line Count: 16

The wedding day was all I looked forward to and now that's gone.
The day with all of its celestial joys has passed.

The dress has now been sold and the albums are now withdrawn,
From courting, marriage, then family...all so fast.

We no longer touch each other as before we seem like strangers,
Our romance is withered, a crumpled up rose.

We fight every blue moon – bickering here, minor on the majors,
I guess this is my lot, a lifeless shell, I suppose.

Marriage can be liken to an decrepit old shoe at the side of the road.
Moist, pasty, filthy with mud caked to the bottom.

My strength is almost gone in this–how can I carry this dreadful load?
The happy go-lucky me...gone – my new companion: solemn.

Still, there is hope and the patience to endure till the end.
Maybe I need to help strike the match one more time.

Love doesn't quit, its unbreakable, love can surely mend.
So quietly I pray for healing for marriage because I'm...committed.