We stood inside the quiet reality – sunlight would glisten tearful eyes when time began its journey.
Or dreams turned to nightmare
this reality of our lives
a silent reckoning ahead.
quiet satisfaction, alarms would
remain beyond a moment
passionate affection
always trying common crying.
saying good byes
hearts breaking
another day we might reach
hers is a delight in cryptic tones.
© Scott F Savage 2019
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