Saturday, April 2, 2022

SMOKE AND MIRRORS

 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?


10 comments:

  1. It was not smoke and mirrors ... simply, there are dreams destined to go up in smoke ... and forever ours to hoard.

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  2. This is truly lovely Bev, and yes, not smoke and mirrors, but sometimes time changes the look of the landscape and what the heart sees.

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  3. I believe the diner will hold the secret answers to those questions forever.

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  4. "charred in the pages of time" - Great!

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  5. Bev, this is beautiful!
    Was it all

    smoke and mirrors? Nope, it's life's experience!

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  6. This is simultaneously sad and so very natural and believable, Bev...

    Sincerely,
    David [ben Alexander]

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  7. Hopefully such memories are not just an illusion - lovely write Bev.

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  8. "smoke and mirrors"
    Awesome hazy phase phrase

    Have a good Sunday

    Much💜love

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  9. Well said.

    Sometimes I think the dream was the beginning.... the happily ever before...

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  10. Not smoke and mirrors, just a sacred memory.

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