Daily prompt, Poetry



She  continued to sit at the table even though love was no longer being served
What once was a roaring fire was now mere embers
Desperately trying to hold on like a dying man on his last breath
Compromise, Denial, she would get that spark back even if it killed her
Sweet kisses had now turned sour
Their time had gotten stale, the minutes felt like hours
Losing herself, a part of her soul died every day
She couldn’t let her one true love get away
Why ? Because he was familiar?
Stupid to think that he would complete her
Resentment haunted her like the grim reaper
Fear of the unknown kept her from walking away
Hating the woman she would become if she stayed

Copyright Tachira Wiltshire 


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