Unfinished
Another sunset slipped away.
Another full moon missed.
Another fair maid perished young,
before she was held and kissed.
Another book, unfinished.
Another poem, lost.
A lonely "I", undotted.
A forlorn "T", uncrossed.
Another bridge of dreams,
built o'er the sea of time.
Another thrice-doomed melody.
One more imperfect rhyme.
29 December 2023
written ~2:10-2:20 AM in Broomfield, CO
Copyright © J. I. Thomas F. | Year Posted 2023
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