Fall

Tough hurting words had been spoken.
A golden bond had been broken.
The currency of our love....now token.
Wooden, leaden, it's ring spent.
Deflated, devalued, worthless, rent.

Perhaps it was an excess of desire,
Needing to burn brightly and then expire.
All grey and ashen our extinct fire.
That could, or would not last,
Became the past so rapidly.
Love once a comet, now gone...vapidly.