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| 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
Aww....that's a shame! All for the want of better timing!
ReplyDeleteA shame but it looks like it was not meant to be. Oh well!
ReplyDeleteRosey Pinkerton's blog
A sad state that is all too common..
ReplyDelete@Helena
ReplyDeleteTrue.. timing is so much in life.
@Rosey Pinkerton
Well understood, quick to move on. :)
@brudberg
Yes.