a poem …

heartache …

Walking in my back porch last night
nursing a sleepless body,
cajoling a hunched soul
I suddenly realized
my blood has gone cold.

The love, the passion, the desire to be …
are worthless thoughts!
Silence prevails
when tempests end
ecstasy takes a wing.

I cannot hold, his roving heart
once mine now gone to the next call
his touch on my hands, my face – an anticipation – lingers.
I let him go for he was never mine.
He needs to learn to navigate, to keep afloat a steady helm.

The night owl
hooting across the lake
was looking for a prey !
the cheap baits, hooked on a line
in search of prize catch
were sunk.

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