Love Or Wishful Thinking On Valentine's Day
Love or Wishful Thinking on Valentine’s Day
Too long have I lived with this fantasy
Lost love’s ardent knight on white horse, get the picture?
From hope’s gilded tower, breezes carried my kisses.
If that dreams could just return these kisses,
But I’m old enough to recognize fantasy.
Each year his face grows harder to picture.
With stained glass memories, I create a new picture,
One in which there are no incoming kisses,
Not even those from a child inclined toward fantasy.
-- Fantasy’s picture ran out of kisses.
*February 14, 2019
For Charles Messina’s Tritina Contest
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