Single Sonnet
It seems the world consists of two by two,
And outcast ones are freakish by compare;
I used to be a half of two with you,
But now it’s only me, as you’re not there.
The sun appears to hide in clouds above,
My head replaying times with you around;
I see you walking with your newest love
And shuffle past, my eyes upon the ground.
I tried to keep your love but you moved on;
Attempts to reconcile have fallen flat;
All hope is lost, I know, and you are gone;
I lost, my rival won, and that is that.
Although our love has surely met its end,
I hope I will not lose you as a friend.
For Karen’s Shakespearian Sonnet contest
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