The cold and certain fog of loneliness,
Leaving me sordid, in hollow unrest.
I found my pining to be most dreadful.
Though I churned the oleo, still grateful.
“Dear Breeze!” I gasped, “where hither my angel!?!”
‘The highway my son, send her an e-mail.’
“Electronic Cupid?” “Are you quite sure!?!”
‘One last letter, one last song, one last chord.’
Gather my gumption and gather my grace,
I’ll send her questions. What a pretty face.
At last, I hit "Send", my taut heart holding,
Then I sat in the shadows, waiting… waiting...
And from behind the curtains a white dove,
Gave me the chance to have the life I love.
Inspired by the Member Contest: "The Best day of your life!" sponsored by Gareth James
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