Connie Pachecho Poet Sonnet

His Last Olive Branch Went Up In Flames

His Last Olive Branch Went Up In Flames


                           he threw the last olive branch into the fire
                           watching with tears as the symbols, aflame
                         as the last embers of reconcile with her expire 
                       into ashes of lost hope he knew he was to blame

                         he could love her till the day he dies, he does
                   but he knows the tree now is barren of olive branches
                  with her, as she sees into his sad eyes somebody else's
                breaking his heart to see her sidestep to another's dances

                       he cries at what he had and doesn't have now
                      like the wind, her, blowing into him, as the sea
                cascading waves, exploding into whitecaps that endow
             her, as she rides his back onto the sandy beach only to flee

                he sadly watched her become smaller in the distance
                  running, yet looking back at him, mocking his life
              yelling words of sadness to him ... of no other chances
         yet shaken he didn't want to believe he wanted her as his wife

                 his broken heart, on a slippery slope, now shrugs
           of lost nights with her, lost words, time, coffee and no hugs


connie pachecho

2/8/2017

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