Tracing His Lonely Path

Feeling awkward to ring his own doorbell Fearing someone else has taken his place He lingers there, standing on the dark porch Jealous of the solitary moth buzzing her air, Walking away briskly, unsure what to say If she opens the door at this midnight hour, He retreats hastily, resuming to go nowhere. Road he knows well, takes him to quiet beach Where together they inflamed ardent promise When bouncing tides had sensuous meaning. Sights on his walk treat him like a stranger As blooms curl up upon glancing his stare Dissipating remnants of nocturnal fragrance. Stars that once twinkled, now look darkened, Air that refreshed souls now smells misty salt As silence reigns words yearning for dialogue. Crushed by saddened raps, he turns around And there he sees her tracing his lonely path-- Ignoring his open arms, briskly she carries on. June 3, 2018 Placed first in contest #525 by Brian Strand