It’s a sad day when you have to give up what you love because another’s actions are cruel and unjust.
Even perceiving them in a different way wouldn’t work.
Fate’s way of saying move on is strong.
Albeit briefly I concern myself with am I leaving the rightest of wrongs or the wrongest of rights?
We shall see another night.
This evening you’re mine and mine alone.
It was her birthday when it started and a new works.
An ironic circumstance in a place I freely gave meaning to and beyond because of a date.
The year was right but they were not, I once forgave but I cannot.
© G.P Williamson 2017