It is not relevant
The circumstance.
Except to say we met –
To say we met by chance.
Those many years ago
We did not say farewell
We left, by circumstance,
A subtle kind of hell.
We sat, we smiled
We looked into the other’s eyes
We sat and smiled
And told each other lies.
I stood to leave
She used to have my heart
She stood to leave
We walked away
Apart.
Such an ache. Your poem is beautiful in its painful truth and finality. Thanks for writing and posting it, John.
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Beautiful poem. Circumstances are sometimes beyond our control.
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You mean life in general or just bits?
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sad XXX
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Heartrending
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