A New York Wall Street Worker foresees the Demise of his Relationship~ By Malcolm Aslett

We can pretend that it all works out
That some catchy phrase is what Life is about
That this watery world
Yes, this puddle in space
Carefully positions every single face
Where we all belong
Where we all deserve to be
For the moment
In this neverlasting moment in history

I'd like to amend a tiny promise I made
To love you forever with a love that wouldn't fade
Early predictions for the business we were in
Were over optimistic
And the market's dipped again
And we don't belong
And we don't deserve to be
For the moment
In this neverlasting moment in history

It all begins with an empty heart
Where the waters rush in
And the red blood parted
No protection, save the wheel
That loses traction once it's started
Turning
Over

Smaller than a tick
And less than a degree
The kind of dimension
That was bound to disagree
On a subatomic scale
We are not as we appear
It looks like we are there
But we can't prove that we are here
Where we all belong
Where we all deserve to be
For the moment
In this neverlasting moment in history


Author Bio:
Malcolm Aslett was born in the UK, raised in the County of Durham and schooled in Newcastle upon Tyne. He worked in Africa, Italy and Disappointment, married in Manchester and became a father in Buckinghamshire. He is living in Virginia, fond of Stoppard, Elroy, Lorca. Cohen and Feist, writing in English, drinking in moderation, and living in hope.