FATE DOES NOT FORGET
She cherished him long after nights had crept
Tracing his shape on byways, on footfalls
Like dangle of lint she could not forget;
Breezes waved a quick adieu, winter drawled
Amidst the rancid trees bared, and yet
Her faraway lover tracked her stroll.
Entranced, they climbed into each other’s eyes
Prompting the moon to act as fate’s ally.
Contest: Picture Perfect, Andrea Dietrich