Last Meet
LAST MEET
Fading twilight bade by allowing dusty dusk to merge in. The park got
desolated. Me sitting on bench. You were loitering. Suddenly with thrashing
momentum you stood in front of me. Our eyes met vivacious, but you
voiced no syllable.
that was our last meet,
the destined silence of life.
lost my lilac love.
07/11/20
Second Place
'A Memory' Contest by Line Gauthier
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