Sunday 30 January 2022

the love that could not last

wrapped around a light beam
she was. with him
unraveled the cinnamon bun
she had him and he had her 
breakfast lunch and dinner
walked around holding hands
half the day

yet whatever was going on 
in the romance department
no defenses run so deep to 
hold the world off
the life of them passed like the sun
basic filaments burning 
less than a year since they met 
caught that fiery orange contagion
cross the sky 

dreaded (came the darkness)...
there, now (she knew it)...
embedded (all the memory)...
it's over (she said it)


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