Some trees are lonely, some are not.
What difference does that make?
When how they’re hit, and how they take it,
decides whether they’ll last or break.
I, I have been hoping for the best.
Some moments last, some moments don’t.
The former are more than moments.
Yet how they feel, and how they end,
decides
whether there will be an
‘again’.
Nostalgically
short.
A few encounters, a few days;
Much banter;
Masking,
almost,
creeping feelings –
perhaps.
Then, a fast return to before,
before even an ‘and after that’.
Truly damaging the other;
for their sake though?
I am glad there wasn’t an again
to our moment longer than a moment.
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Dionysia Tudor has studied law and is good at logic. She likes literary arts that focus on the beautiful and the aesthetic. If to a clean heart all is clean, she treasures art that shows that. Her heroes and inspiration are the saints.
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