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une affaire interrompue
the affair I, sadly, interrupted
Untruths unfold, intimacies broken.
Judgments too quickly made.
Unsent letters suspend profound thoughts.
Calls cease, voices silenced.
Yearnings unspoken, other lives untold.
Photos discarded, memories buried.
Spring breezes stir veils of sadness.
Limitless loss clouds clarity.
Dark hollows form, unfulfilled.
Hands left unclasped, bodies un-embraced.
Sensuality squandered, passion only imagined.
Kisses under gentle rains unrealized.
Endless possibilities missed.
Buds of May crushed, a perfect start
left to die, unexplored.
Desire calls, age refuses.
Fears arise, misunderstandings remain.
Worn paths to loneliness beckon.
Little left but emptiness and solitude,
pointless states until death.
Breathe in life. Inhale hope.
Mistakes need mending, new beginnings.
Pleasure and promise
in possibilities once ignored.
Summer bids the heart.
Does the possibility of August still await?
© Joan A. Evans 2018 All rights reserved
