I had the plan, so close to shore,
then with one word, it all shattered.
That just proved I never mattered,
that I wasn’t wanted anymore.
It will come, that day we yearn for,
the one we share in our night dreams.
Remember our night of moonbeams,
when the air went quiet and still?
Love so large, the stars could not fill,
yet, I must wait, through muffled screams.
My entry for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge No. 25 STILL. (A New Challenge here on ronovanwrites.com)
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