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Wednesday, 1 July 2015

Look away

Midsummer Night's Melancholy by Michael Sowa
She was always expecting his return or a sign that he still loved her. It was going to be dusk. It was the time he would always come back home and give her a warm hug. This longing, this setting sun, this evanescence was overwhelming. She always looked for him and he looked for her too. Only that they did not know they always looked in the wrong direction.

They just did not look for happiness at the right time and at the right place.

Written for Magpie Tales: mag 276


Helena said...

Aww....that's a shame! All for the want of better timing!

Rosey Pinkerton said...

A shame but it looks like it was not meant to be. Oh well!

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brudberg said...

A sad state that is all too common..

Sun Bloom said...

True.. timing is so much in life.

@Rosey Pinkerton
Well understood, quick to move on. :)