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Second Chance |
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Namyh Senior Member
since 2009-01-20
Posts 988 |
Second Chance My Love slammed the door. It shut as a tomb, like sound sucked empty from a symphony room where no music played, where no feet light danced. Gone was my Love, my last best chance. 300 feet per second is, I know, the speed of pain as it travels thru the body on its way to the brain but my breaking heart is witness to a fear coming faster. It’s Sorrow’s “beast of impact” charging reinless without master. My breathing’s getting deep. I seem to need more breath. I’m fighting back the tears where they exit from the jets. I feel the quaking gallop of that beast’s pounding beckon leaping, lunging closer to me, 300 feet per second. Bam! comes the “crash” and my tears gush forth and they stream down rippling in a saline sad froth. And my sorrow is a smash-up, a shattering of parts, cracked pieces blown-off from my now broken heart. I slump in non-recovery. There my energy dwindles longer teetering on the drip drops of tears crying stronger and dreading the coming moment I resign to a Fate without hope of any time, without chance of any mate. Then Abrupt! The door opens! My Love walks inside and my heart sings a Mending-of-the-Tears lullaby. And just when I thought “All” was lost or dead, Love stands in my doorway, back with coffee and bread. Namyh |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
nicely told... and who doesn't see domestic, in cofee and bread? enjoyed |
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