Suburban Decay

I don’t remember why I love you,

or even when it started.

Maybe I was young and naive,

or perhaps it was just easier to love you than to not.

In our triumphant tranquillity,

or the suffering strain,

I have known nothing but you.

Now, with aching bones and arduous breaths,

I still love you,

why would I love anyone else?

-Rob Padfield