Blind Date
When we walked through the park that May
I began to think that we would
talk about the weather and say
the shallow things we thought we should
instead of the feelings we had.
The inane talk driving me mad;
in my head, I should have been glad.
Long was the distance between us,
as long as from Earth to Venus.
I did not want to cause a fuss
but I felt I was kept at bay
and thought of home and if I could
leave your dire company, darkly sad,
and write off this date as a muss.
NB: Fragmented Rhyme – created by Constance La France.
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