Sonnet of Bittersweetness
I was overjoyed to find her again
Resolved not to let her out of my sight
We had such hopes and dreams; but life happened
Moroccan tea, blue Palo Alto night
She looked up and examined me closely
Reflective expression settled on her
Quiet music fit our melancholy:
Chopin’s pensive Prelude in E Minor
When love calls; bittersweetness of it all
Such promise in our rekindled romance
Living conditions spun out of control
Out of sync no matter the circumstance
Things fell apart; sunny skies changed to grey
Tearing up;
turns quickly, she’s gone away
for Reeny, last seen in Amsterdam
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The volta here works so well: “sunny skies changed to grey/Tearing up;”
Thank you for your kind words, Shaun. I appreciate your comment as I am relatively new to writing poetry.