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Sunday, January 22, 2012

A Stolen Goodbye




We danced through that summer,
Painting dreams across the brilliant blue sky,
Full of hope for the upcoming seasons,
Knowing together we could weather any storm.

And then you were gone,
Faded from my world
Like a flower wilting when
It’s time in the sun had passed.
No warning,
No explanation,
No goodbye,
No closure,
Only a bitter harvest of confusion.

4 comments:

Susie Clevenger said...

How painful...this went from blue sky hope to wilted pain...such emotion so well stated.

Mary said...

So disconcerting when something like this happens so unexpectedly when one thinks all is going well!

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Nice metaphors.

Sara McNulty said...

"bitter harvest of confusion" worked so well. Beautiful poem.