Boot+Kitty=Poetry in motion
The dawning of their bitter past began without fanfare,
One word flowing a bit too fast that shouldn't have been there.
He meant to say (he thought to say) what was on his mind,
But instead he found there's hell to pay in being so unkind.
She hadn't meant to overreact to what she thought he'd said,
But the heart often hears a set of facts that slips on past the head.
And so those souls, so once entwined, began to slip apart,
Leaving only loneliness behind to chill their bitter hearts.
With troubled hearts they divided and went on their separate ways,
Were they right? It was undecided, regardless of what they'd pay.
Their parting ways left them both dead; there's no wonder in why that was,
Trust demands that more be said than the simple word, "Because."