Memo of Parting Consorts
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Straightforward, read these candid phrases,
Not to leave is a simple, genuine request.
You can run away, no tangled and syllabled mazes,
At least, turn down the letters addressed.
Meet me with no prick of a needle,
Roses? I don't want anymore; just smile at me—
When you come home to unravel a riddle,
Days and weeks, no one would flee.
Flashback to wildest dreams in circadian rhythm,
I lie awake, haunted by thy memo of parting ways.
The pronouncement to end, words are hidden,
Darling, aren't you into this craze?
An outstanding check for you and me,
You owed me nothing but to grant my request.
Simple as talking a blue streak, you'll see,
Everything set isn't a complete mess.
Wait 'til we draw out the lines that never existed,
I'll still embrace you as thy first request.
Worry no more for breach once insisted,
You are the consort I never had, not just a guest.
YOU ARE READING
Cornelia Street
PoetryThrough sonnets inspired by Shakespeare, I finally reveal the intimate secrets I've kept hidden for so long, even though I'm afraid no one will hear them. They capture the anguish of unspoken emotions I've never been able to say out loud, hoping for...
