An Incomplete Love Story
Nineteen ninety-one, just four years in,
love's first blossoms wilting, with little peace,
and, straining underneath its fragile skin
resentment, like hot magma, sought release.
A revelation reared its ugly head,
something I never knew from years before,
the cracks grew wider, from them anger bled
erupting skyward from it's ugly sore.
Like through the ceasefire in some no-man's land,
where hopeful birdsong soothes amidst the calm
she introduced herself and shook my hand
a warm 'hello', a smile, and I was charmed.
'Love at first sight' I thought was a cliché,
a fairytale for those more heart than brain,
but must be real, for now I felt that way,
infatuated, giddy, free of pain.
In no time we were lovers, things moved fast
from handshakes to bedmates, blink of an eye,
it all seemed meant to be and built to last
as those few breathless days passed quickly by.
But, sadly, things did not turn out that way,
responsibilities dogged every move
This love affair was but a holiday
and doomed to fail, thus circumstances proved.
Unravelled years ago, I hold a thread,
one end of it still tugs within my heart
reminding me of something not quite dead
that stops us both from being far apart.
But one thought often crosses through my mind
is that she doesn't hold the other end,
a truth I hope that I shall never find
which means this broken heart will never mend.
For contest 'An incomplete love story', sponsor Faraz Ajmal
11th July 2018
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