We’ll meet again,
She said, as the rain
Poured, and she drenched,
Her small jaw clenched
Against the chill, tried
To smile. He lied,
Said, yes, but never
Did. She waited
For months, undated,
Unloved, so thought
She deeply. Sought
Comfort in bottled gin.
Her soft skin aged.
Her heart raged.
We’ll meet again,
She said, when the rain
Came day on day,
By the cold bay
Where he once lied
And she, later, died.
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Disappointment
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I love the rhyme rhythm and the big story told succinctly and un-emotionally as an epitaph. Wonderful and brilliant, thanks, Terry
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