Fall Out of Love

I poured a cup of coffee, while the rain was pouring down.
The cloudy sky a heavy hand, on our south Texas town.
I walked out on the front porch, and I leaned against the rail,
And for the thousandth time, I asked myself just where I’d failed.

Was it time I didn’t give you, as I spent it on the job-
Was it failure to consider, it was you my work did rob?
Or could it simply be that, when the push turned into shove-
We thought about it carefully, and then fell out of love?

I really cannot answer all the questions life does pose-
My mind is filled with sad regret; I crushed a lovely rose.
The tender flower of first love, so delicate and pure-
The harshness of reality, so seldom can endure.

I wonder why the hand of fate, in arbitrary choice-
Does twist the tapestry of lives, give pathos to their voice.
Sometimes it seems, that darts of doubt, like lightning from above-
Shatter hearts, and hearths, and homes, when we fall out of love.