What should be said?
Words of desire carried by the wind slowly flutter to the ground like leaves in autumn
Winter’s sonata waft through the air eclipsing the mellifluous rhythm of eternal bliss
Was it wrong?
She locked horns with Mother and Son in their wily games of love
Unexpected love blossoming, obscuring the path of single blessedness
Sparring stances dropped for an embrace, a kiss and whispered sweet nothings
The Queen triumphed with her ancient rules of engagement
Where to now?
Suspended in time, she floats like driftwood cast away at sea
Memories slip like sand through her hands
Fiery nights have long since dimmed, icy fingers tiptoe around her heart
Love has slipped through the cracks
She half-turn to look at you, but you’ve long since gone