It all started beautifully, with love
Holding me in her arms
till a death from which we’d never recover
Near perfection
didn’t deserve the way love responds
to a change of heart and mind
Simply being the wrong colour to make the grade
Both of us
Pulling the wool
over the catch of the day
Remaining at large
with a self broken heart
Too young to fill such a gap
despite all the best lines
from movies we’d rather forget
Holding love the longest
taking her sweet time
to wish the fool under a bus
Speaking French, German and Spanish
and an awful lot of nonsense
And some fallen for with no idea at all
Love remains with me here now
Wise, wonderful, beautiful
without sympathy
where it’s not needed
Just tea and affection
and a box with no key
© Ash Cheyne 2017
Daily Word Prompt – Sympathy
