a toast to what could have been
He stood there amongstthe crowd all dressed-up
in black
Unfounded. Groundless
I took two deep breaths
of what might have been
for us
I felt hazy, and light-headed
as the pungent smell
of love and pain hit me
The scent of passion smelled
of freshly mowed grass
of dewdrops from dawn
of sunshine cupped in leaves
And in a jiffy,
all of these faded
as the scent of torment
pushed through
it's scent of
cold and damp corners
of sweat
of tear-stained-pillows
I stare at him
for quite some time
and I abandon
what could have been.
Poetry by lavenderstar
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Written on 2006-08-13 at 10:58
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