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

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