My Friend Temptation
In my fantasies I remember your face, clear as a cameo. Your presence once stirred my pulse to quick cadence.
When my marriage stood on a fault line, you held me firm in doorways. Your lips were so close to mine, but something, perhaps a thin gloss of commitment to another, kept me from such a selfish indulgence.
We missed the perfect moment, came close as this to love and let it pass-- wrapped arms around a dream and lost hold.
For two who loved, but loved not quite enough, I am grateful we can endure old reminders like playthings we have long since outgrown. It may even be that someday I shall see brown-eyed daisies, and not your eyes, hear faint violins, and never turn my head.
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~Poppy~
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