Saturday, July 17, 2010

Lingering Facade

You were a gentle breeze
The kind that sneaks up behind your back
Brushing against the skin like a tease
You wanted what you couldn’t have
A sense of control
Entitlement to a gift you hadn’t yet earned
But you thought you did

I’m sorry it didn’t work out
Quite the way you wanted
You can’t catch what you don’t already have
An independent spirit won’t be burned
Because she’s already free
To make her own choices
And define her own life
Not be tricked into a trap
Of whom you think
She should be

Good-bye was the right choice
Even though the prize you dangled
Was a temptation shrouded sometimes
In regret for not being taken
We can’t go back
You realize
To an unspoken almost tune
Suddenly creating steps that were never written
Destiny always has its way of manifesting
If not now, eventually

And ours was just a brief moment
Of passing connection
So beautiful
Incapable of being forgotten
Yet discarded
Like a piece of paper
With scribbles
Of what we don’t want anyone else to see

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