I Cannot Say
I cannot say how we'd have met
nor if we'd meet at all that day
except that in the creeping gray
of fall we'd speak of our regrets.
I cannot say upon first glance
what sable shadows would betray
nor how the pewter light might splay
that spelled the end of our romance.
I cannot say except to know
that while our eyes danced in ballet
on lapis lakes that tranquil lay
the way of flesh our love would go.
I'll never know what failed foray
we'd make to our love's sad decay.
This is a Refrained Sonnet("Italian Sonnet with a Twist"), a form invented by Lisa Morris, who posts on AllPoetry under the name, Streambed.
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