AFTER THE STORM

Was it misunderstanding
Was it just bad timing
Or was it that you were playing
A game the whole while through

Was it freedom you were crying for
Was the head ache like never before
Or were you out to get the world
While I wrote poems to you

Was it me who left you
Was it you who made me go
Or was our love too strong for us
Two hearts with swollen egos

If misery is the cost of loving
If freedom is the cost of a bonding
If loss is the cost of longing
What can we hold on to??