Sunday Muse #205
I remember the diner
We sat in “our” booth
in the back
oblivious to everyone
Your eyes were
the bluest of blue,
your lips like
sun-ripened strawberries
waiting to be plucked
It was then we decided
to be married
and to live
happily
ever
after
What happened
to those young lovers?
Where did it all
go wrong?
Our dreams like “our” booth
now empty and bereft
charred in the
pages of time
Was it all
smoke and mirrors?
It was not smoke and mirrors ... simply, there are dreams destined to go up in smoke ... and forever ours to hoard.
ReplyDeleteThis is truly lovely Bev, and yes, not smoke and mirrors, but sometimes time changes the look of the landscape and what the heart sees.
ReplyDeleteI believe the diner will hold the secret answers to those questions forever.
ReplyDelete"charred in the pages of time" - Great!
ReplyDeleteBev, this is beautiful!
ReplyDeleteWas it all
smoke and mirrors? Nope, it's life's experience!
This is simultaneously sad and so very natural and believable, Bev...
ReplyDeleteSincerely,
David [ben Alexander]
Hopefully such memories are not just an illusion - lovely write Bev.
ReplyDelete"smoke and mirrors"
ReplyDeleteAwesome hazy phase phrase
Have a good Sunday
Much💜love
Well said.
ReplyDeleteSometimes I think the dream was the beginning.... the happily ever before...
Not smoke and mirrors, just a sacred memory.
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