Tracing His Lonely Path
Feeling awkward to ring his own doorbell
Fearing someone else has taken his place
He lingers there, standing on the dark porch
Jealous of the solitary moth buzzing her air,
Walking away briskly, unsure what to say
If she opens the door at this midnight hour,
He retreats hastily, resuming to go nowhere.
Road he knows well, takes him to quiet beach
Where together they inflamed ardent promise
When bouncing tides had sensuous meaning.
Sights on his walk treat him like a stranger
As blooms curl up upon glancing his stare
Dissipating remnants of nocturnal fragrance.
Stars that once twinkled, now look darkened,
Air that refreshed souls now smells misty salt
As silence reigns words yearning for dialogue.
Crushed by saddened raps, he turns around
And there he sees her tracing his lonely path--
Ignoring his open arms, briskly she carries on.
June 3, 2018
Placed first in contest #525 by Brian Strand
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