I watched her pick
fragments, of once a vivacious
heart, solemnly, s l o w l y,
lifting a tear stained gaze
once in a while beckoning him,
pehance waiting for
these pieces to magically
assemble in a dream.
“We’ll always have Paris”
She consoles long solitary nights.
He wasn’t meant to
return, yet the letters never
stopped, and now, all that
remains, is a wrinkled
s e
m i l
that often meets deep
hollow eyes when memories
T
U
M
B
L
E
D
O
W
N
fragments, of once a vivacious
heart, solemnly, s l o w l y,
lifting a tear stained gaze
once in a while beckoning him,
pehance waiting for
these pieces to magically
assemble in a dream.
“We’ll always have Paris”
She consoles long solitary nights.
He wasn’t meant to
return, yet the letters never
stopped, and now, all that
remains, is a wrinkled
s e
m i l
that often meets deep
hollow eyes when memories
T
U
M
B
L
E
D
O
W
N
Beautifully written
Love how you play with letter positions – it makes this even more evocative.
So sad.
Oh my, you are quite the writer. I am still visiting from A to Z. I look forward to all your posts, Ann.
Too Much To Choose From
Oh that tumble is an avalanche of tears.
The loss of a love so true is overwhelming…you have conveyed the feelings wonderfully here!
We'll always have Paris…so sad but, often two meet and share a brief relationship and sometimes it can be very intense. I can feel the eye tumble down.
This is so very sad and you captured this lost love beautifully
such is the fate of many. Love how you used words to create pictures.
Beautifully written !!!!