Requited Bliss
written by: Stephanie Manser
@SymphonyNotes
Empty chairs,
empty tables
I saw him
Once
in a dream.
.:.
The scent of coffee
rises
as he takes my hand,
the sound of the waterfront
our symphony.
.:.
He and I
.:.
Prayers and pretty mouths,
kisses that linger
into the morning
and the fresh scent
of blossomed love.
.:.
Then he
walked
into reality.
.:.
Mine.
Bookish English ballerina exiled to a foreign land.
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