Moirai
Some time ago, we were sent so far from home,
and I could not see a romance while yet I was to roam.
With resignation, I told the Fates - my search it was suspended;
they smirked, for 'twas the long game they intended.
When we met, a friendship so seamlessly began,
and I could not help but break my own chosen ban.
With hope, I told the Fates - long-dead embers they were fanned;
they laughed, for they knew another then held your hand.
While I was away yet again, I met another ghost,
and I could not stand once more so bitterly dosed.
With rage, I told the Fates - my patience it had quit;
they grinned, for they judged I was not yet unfit.
A year passed, and they smiled warm and true,
for then they sent the owl and bade me visit you.
Copyright © Andy Sprouse | Year Posted 2019
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