The Cutting Room Floor

Hush, be still...don't slam the door!
Dreams lie dying on the cutting room floor,
Sacrificed for those we love,
Vowed e'er we left our Home Above.

Eons ago, we were split apart,
Leaving gaping holes in our heart,
We knew that we would meet again,
Just didn't know how or when.

Late in life, I came to you,
But you had other things to do,
You mirrored me, and I knew,
I could not lie...I did, too.

Yours, and mine, family,
Was the main priority,
But our love, though from afar,
Became our beacon, our guiding Star,
Our passion grew, connection strong,
Together, we knew, we belonged.

The world kept trying to pull us apart,
And I lay weeping with aching heart,
While you stood your ground, so tall and brave,
Reminding me of what must be saved.

Hush, don't cry...I've closed the door,
Picked up the dreams, for another day,
I'll hold you now, brush the tears away,
It wasn't time...I thought you knew,
But when it is, I'll come for you,
For I promise, our Love is true.