And so they never lasted to the second spring
and faded out in the last days of winter
Yet it seemed that a million winters and a million summers
had passed between them
The sunshines and snowstorms were put away in the past
yet forever treasured in their hearts,
for they knew that their love had no end
but truth couldn't be harsher
and some people were never meant to be together
Past: Reminisced.
End.
03/25/2016
YOU ARE READING
Are Loving: Present Progressive
PoesíaWith her fingertips, she traced the smooth, darkened skin under his eyes. "Eyebags," she noted. "I've been thinking," he murmured, "of you. The shadow of my thoughts is the ink which stains them." She paused and gazed right into those distant...
