I saw her face again, under a
different circumstance; memories
still lingering within the fragrance.
What we had was but a diversion;
the acquaintance of familiarity
at a fork in the road.
Our attraction was the means
for her mental distraction from
the cuts and abrasions inflicted
by so much broken glass.
The ***** of affection; skin
bleeding from the vulnerability.
My heart believed what
her words conceived.
The autumn breeze became
a deep winter freeze; waiting
for the spring thaw, in silence.
Our connection severed by expectations
the distance to great to overcome.
She turned the other way,
someone new caught her eyes.
Love was the guarantee;
the promise of our demise.