Then One Day - a quadrille
Pressed petals distort the glamour
of courting years,
When words were fresh and unfurled with such ease,
The ghosting of love poems,
Matched his vanishing.
She wasted years, wasting away;
Until one sunny day,
Shielding her eyes from the sun,
She ventured out resolute.
Then One Day - a quadrille © gillena cox 2023
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