She pretends she knows how to be in love again,
knowing what the last time was like,
an emptiness, thinking of what could’ve been,
years wasted with hopes of renewed love,
attempts, endless, new prospects,
dimming with the fading sun.
Emily Cloward ©
Beautiful poem, sad and poignant reality. The last line is very powerful as the “fading sun” establishes a great contrast with the words expressed in the previous line, “new prospects”.
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Yes, a troubling paradox. Thank you for your kind words.
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You are welcome.
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