Untaken Chance
.
Shrugging it off,
believing she eventually
would,
he passed up on
a chance to be truly
understood.
Meantime, fond
feelings wither away,
grow stale and old
like unfinished dish,
abandoned, still out there,
now cold.
Twin half-empty wine
glasses stand sad
on the table;
and in due time,
neither he nor she
would be able
to recall what saw them
through the storm and
through the frost,
the love they both
let loose, let go,
and forever lost !
.
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