Happened to me once, and a lady friend. Well, twice. We were teenagers. Thirty years later we did it all again, including making a mess of it because of some more circumstances.
Your poem here brought it all back to me. I was going: "How poignant!" and then I remembered that I can't even remember what it feels like being in love. Hmm. Need to get out more, probably.
I always know before I read one of your poems that it is going to be good. And, sure enough, this is just excellent. Not only love, but love gone awry, just by mere circumstance. And more drammatic still, leaving it, not lost, but with the prospect of being rekindled with the right circumstances, at an uncertain time in the future! Who among us has not had circumstance pry us apart from the arms of an Angel, pining for the day that she may fall back again into our waiting arms!
Submission Name: He
