A late Sunday phone call

We had no plans,
but plenty of dreams.
We had a lot of false starts,
and love mired with distrust.
Why we failed is so obvious now,
but back then, our love was sacred.
Our love was one of a kind.
We would have sworn
we could build empires on that love.
But that love was discarded
on a late Sunday evening,
during something as mundane as
a phone call.
Oh, the banality of life.

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