Rueful
Rueful.
The roots of love have bought forth shoots of sweethearts, dark and fair
some blossomed and some faded from a spark that wasn't there.
Magical attraction, in an instant spells were cast
but time soon bought the curtain down, the show not meant to last.
The rendezvous, it's time and place a mutual decision
convenient, quick, and coldly planned with military precision.
Outside a church we said goodbye, an awkward fleeting kiss
on a carpet of confetti, irony I didn't miss.
Not one of them left memories
as powerful as this
if she was not to be the one
I asked myself- who is?
Copyright © Viv Wigley | Year Posted 2015
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