Thinking of the whoops ,

and the loops ,

then the oops,

I am in a soup,

My spirits droop,

when a  journey with you,

finishes it's loops.

A time gone,

the reality strikes,

the quietness bites.

 Those endless fights,

kisses light,

embraces warm and tight,

with you, spirits bright.

Cannot forget ,

how hard I try might.

I sit , full of fright,

of being without you,

my soul's connection true,

Looping around in a daze,

I look around for you,

to lock a gaze,

For a whoop to be felt,

in a heart full of sorry oops.