Rust – A Poem

Times change and things are lost. People are too. Those we once loved are now far away, far beyond our reach, and all that is left is the tangy aftertaste of a rusted love.


All that is left is rust.

Time was good

Together we stood

Walked, ran, fooled around

Played games to lose

We broke

We bonded

But lost trust

All that is left is rust

We took care

Honest and fair

Held each other in troubles

Wherever we were

They had plans

I had a chance

In a second, it all turned to dust

All that is left is rust

I lost her book

Which I never took

What do I do, if I must

All that is left is rust.

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