[Fiction] Friday
[Fiction] Friday #24
“I’m not one for sentimental endings. Not this time.”
Gone gone gone, gone
To find herself she said.
I didn't know that she
was lost. I was too content
to see the signposts
passing bye.
A farewell letter handwritten
in her florished script,
Purple perfumed ink,
How could something so distasteful
smell so sweet.
It was not you, but me.
I love you, but I must go.
You are too good for the likes of me,
someday we may meet again,
Who knows what fate will bring.
A mind so muddied that
Thought and reason fail to meet
All I know is that your gone.
I'm not one for sentimental
endings. Not this time.
10 comments:
Funny how a large percentage of today's FF participants took this prompt and ran in a "break-up" direction, myself included :-) This piece is powerful in its simplicity. A great albeit sad read.
I liked it! Great job!
:)
Merrie
This bittersweet love note said it all about relationships, and how sometimes they can end in such confusing ways. Beautiful piece of work Webster!!
and it is just as well i am sure.. no use mooning... nothing will change... excellent job....
This was excellent.
It isn't easy doing that. However one has to make that move at some point of time!
So you tried your hand at poetry --cool. I love the last stanza, it really flows.
"Purple perfumed ink,
How could something so distasteful
smell so sweet."
That was my favorite line...
This is very visual, very beautiful :o)
Oh yikes the old, "It's not you it's me." speech. I love your take on this prompt. Well done.
"I didn't know that she was lost." That's my favorite line, along with the distasteful purple perfumed ink. Seems like a serial dater (her) and a first-time breakup (him).
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