Stopping for coffee in different places can prompt all sorts of creative writing.
Rose Lane
The confetti bride,
Stood in silent wonder,
Contemplating a life,
Her life, her story,
Her time.
Her chance,
Maybe her last chance?
Of love with the man she abandoned
Forty years ago.
Scared now, like then,
Excited now, like then.
Salvaging the regret
Of impulsive youth,
A love
Held within a broken heart
For forty years!
Synchronicity?
In the garden centre
They meet again
Unexpectedly,
Next to the cherry blossom
The last bloom
Of the season.
Loved this, Mary, hope is eternal:)
ReplyDeleteVery true, Brigid. Enjoyed your Valentine's story, creative and clever!
ReplyDeleteVery touching Mary.
ReplyDeleteA lucky man indeed to receive this . . . . . :) Eddie . . . .
Meeting next to the last blossom of the season ...the thought exudes love...wonderful!
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