A Wisp

A fiber.
Merely a wisp
Bearing enough of a scent
To remind me of you.

The heart-stopping excitement.
The catastrophic emptiness.
The rainbow that’s gone.
My life hollowed out
By misplaced lust
And clichés of my kind.

Stories told time and again
By lovers let down,
Century after century.
Til all that is left
Is a memory of what was and the
Hope of what might have been.

© 2023 Jeff E. Brown. All rights reserved.

By jebrownwriter

Houston, TX-based Writer and Photographer. Proud pet rescuer who spends nearly all his money on them.

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