To find a solution to such heartbreak,
might there be that leading moment.
A protagonist would surely instigate,
surround the world might the righteous
indignation is a proposal of certainty.
Ah the fickle nature of what may be love
inside the fantasy of broadened strokes
a passionate plea, a surreal sensuality
all of the makings of inevitable heartbreak
as humanity falter upon emotional sword.
We the fallible sort would shed some tear
inside the cavernous nature of loss
that the soul might wander alone again
a forest of perilous eyes watching upon
quiet resolve in winsome summer breeze
We do talk of changing seasons sweet agony
would that our lives implode in love’s sorrow.
© Scott F Savage 9/2020