exasperate

when finally
considered
in the end
the truth
delivered
at the last
I feel compelled
to note
before we relinquish history
sacrificing memory
the past in perpetuity
there is this
I may exasperate
with dithering
and you with distance
left me withering
still we wrote
a lovely story
we made a pretty tale
and though time and tides
have moved us
the sweetness of the two of us
ever shall prevail