Being Abandoned
Ours was an intense love, a glossed fire
like a kiln burning, smoke on a trail...
with roses and moon-glow through the path
before fading as a clouded veil.
We ended this day so very wrong
as I pondered later come twilight...
how time raced, but we didn’t make it
so fine the hours and wondrously right.
And your leaving exiles my bare hope
like winter's orphan...a rugged thief;
this departure so haste,so evasive
my heart thrown as a rejected leaf.
Yes , it was better to have known you
even if only for some extent…
while stashing those letters and boxes,
I'm now afraid of abandonment.
Laura Loo's Contest: Your Worst Fear
9 syllables per line ...6/24/2016
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2016
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