Footprints In The Past Poem by Bryan Taplits

Once we said all the same things
Once we saw together the dawns
Once we exchanged rings, seemed to be coordinate beings,
But…now... all the 'onces' are none.
We once flew together with a flurry of wings-
Indomitable beings-
And once knew all the words to "our" song
Each one was the bettor, and neither the better,
Once we were each other‘s willing pawn.
But now 'once' is just a tire's retread-
An edition that never again can be,
Pointed metals and past regretfuls-
Neither enduring but now entitled
In a scrapbook called "My Once Memories."