Wasn’t Meant to Be

Love evolves –
a consideration
we overlooked
those day when
passion drove us
to fanciful displays

Tried to align myself
to the certainty
of your dreams
but my compass
was set elsewhere

Memory, though
has tattooed us
on my heart;
the ink still bleeds.

(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image mine.)


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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

20 thoughts on “Wasn’t Meant to Be”

  1. Love evolves on its own, as well as the people who are in love, but, when one person refuses to grow, to mature, and the other, keeps on, growing, changing, then, the two will, drift, farther, and, farther apart, until one day, they don’t, even recognize each other, and/or, themselves, anymore.

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