The Wanderers' Love Poem

 In this badly written love story the wanderers remain wanderers

They do not learn how to say "I'm sorry"
for who and what they are.
They never end up together
or settle down to play happy families.
The wanderers in this love story
stayed wanderers forever.

In this badly written love story
the wanderers never sought to cage
each other in a fancy prison disguised as a home
Wise enough to never forget the feel of freedom

they kept the door open

 and had common sense over for lunch every other day .
Careful not to stifle the flame of love.
They loved when they could

 and knew to leave when they should.

In this badly written love story

 the wanderers eventually packed their belongings 

and differences and wandered far apart.
They set off once again

 with the wind whispering promises

 of sweet freedom in their ears.
They did not look back 

before they disappeared from view
or try to follow the other one.
No.

 Our wanderers looked straight ahead

 as the wind tried and failed

 to wipe away their tears

 and did not once complain

 as he led them away from their lover's arms

 and into freedom's embrace.
And from freedom's embrace to the new lover.
And when they arrived 

they did not once try to alter

 this new love to look like the last one
nor did they try to fix 

this new wanderer to match the last one.
They simply learned what love had to teach
and got up when it was time to leave.
The wanderers love story did not stop

 with each other.

 It continued on through the both of them.

Freedom being their ultimate goal,  

they did not hesitate when she called them

 out of their beds at 3am for an adventure.
Nor did they refuse to partake 

of the new love she had prepared for them

 even though the love they shared 

was still lingering on their tongues.
The aftertaste interrupting and ruining 

the taste of this new experience.
Instead they tried to remember the time

 when freedom was the only thing that had tasted so sweet

 and tried to forget the feel of each other's hands 

as they reluctantly let go that last time.
The wanderers hoped against hope 

that freedom could not hear their sniffles

 as they tried to remember when life had gotten so lonely.
They feared she would take offence and leave them

 with naught but half of a broken heart.

  
In this badly written love story the wanderers 

did not turn back to each other 

and claim their happy ever after
instead they buried their heads in Mama Freedom's chest 

and let out a gasp each time their hearts clenched

 so hard they couldn't breathe anymore

 and let her rub their backs

 while breathing in her sweet soothing presence.

Comforted by the thought

  that she was doing the same thing 

for the both of them.

They let her help them move on.