Foolish to linger. There is a balance to the delight. You both played your parts. Often it is manifest in fleeting affection. The curtain fell long ago. Tis better to remain oblivious to the likelihood that your world will be pulled asunder.
You wanted to take a bow. Giving the heart ample opportunity to cling to her. But some honest critique of your performance, will find it lacking. When the news comes, you can caress the devastation. Rendering the silence, on the stage you once shared, maddening.
This is my attempt at the 50 Word Thursday #9 prompt.
This week’s quote: “He was the stuff schoolgirl dreams were made of. Unfortunately, she was no longer a schoolgirl.”
Rounding the corner from the elevator, she saw him. He was the stuff schoolgirl dreams were made of. Unfortunately, she was no longer a schoolgirl. As district attorney, she cannot let what they had cloud her judgement. The man flooding her memories, is charged with the murder of his wife.
Thanks for sharing Deb.
Fifty Word Thursday
This is my attempt with the FOWC with Fandango word ‘lessen’.
Nothing can replace the time together
Like they say, parting is great sorrow
Knowing you are happy and safe
Does indeed lessen the blow
I am proud of all that you do
Which is a comforting sight
Seize your moments in life
And don’t forget to call me some night
FOWC with Fandango-lessen
There are certain truths, that have been with me now for nearly a decade. A list of ideals that served as a reminder. A testament to a scorned heart. Notions such as ‘She talked about trust, but forced me to learn forgiveness’. ‘She talked about redemption, but left me in hell’. Foundational passages like ‘She talked of opportunity, but never gave me a chance’. The truth I realize, in all of it’s brutality, as time tilts ever forward, is that the me and she in these woeful, tiny tales of misery, could change places. The truth however, would remain constant.
These are a few American cinquain. I like the rhythm of these. *Some harsh language*
Girl my old friend
How are you, I am fine
Do you recall the love we shared
You will find it
How much do you require
Take the whole thing it won’t expire
About what now
Always the same it seems
Your wants over the best for us
Is what she said
After finding the one
She can no longer live without
I call her that
In our time of passion
With the lights low or anywhere
Can you say it
You loved her first without failing
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FOWC with Fandango-quintessential
My take on it. Thanks Deb Whittam
Having one last look around the apartment, he finds nothing out of place. Dinner is warming in the oven, thanks to his brother in law, the chef. The wine is chilling. The snow is falling. An inviting fireplace crackling makes his apartment cozy. The table is perfect. Careful planning went into making this the quintessential evening alone together. Doorbell rings, “God am I ready for this.” he says out loud to himself.