Blindsided
How has it come?
There was youth,
then love-
a certained indefatigable spirit,
tending memories, coddling pasts;
those pasts, her.
Recalled experiences as exhilarating
as the finest spring breath;
he'd left it all to chance,
or specified women, and now
blindsided by loneliness
and loss,
waxing and waning unpredictably,
but mostly waning.
An ordinary mortal
leads an un-heroic life
until nothing remains inside.
No, tears are not just water.
Copyright © Chuck Novotny | Year Posted 2012
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