A
clandestine meeting at the park.
Within
a love that only lived within the dark
and
hidden places that they locked within their hearts.
A
stolen kiss within the mist
before
the touch and feel was lost.
And
then the yearning ache, all unrehearsed.
As
all too soon, they walked apart again.
Pocketed
before they burned,
the
little notes that said they cared.
Beyond
their wills, becoming more aware.
Secret
meeting in the park.
Lovers
groping in the dark.
They
could not believe that
it
never would happen again,
even
as the love turned into pain.
Promises
that never would be kept
by
frozen ways of life that must reject
the
fact that even love was never perfect.
Within
their stolen little moments out of time
as
meant-to-be began to gasp and die.
Was
this love...? So limited.
As
more and more, the feel of
any
excitation quickly disappeared.
All
for the sake of unrequited fear
of
oft' expected social devastation.
A
tale told in endless variation of its strain.
As
all the best of loving turned into the greatest pain.
Clandestine
meetings lost within the dark.
And
now they've lost the will to walk within the park.
For
those sweet suicidal fantasies
begin
to reach into the light again...
? Michaelette ?
4/16/2006
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