The beginning is the end
Flirtatious glances and clandestine kisses
Notes passed through friends
Inexperienced, fumbling sex at prom
Sharing a college, sharing an apartment
White dress and black tux
Promotions, children
Arguments about discipline, schools, money
"I don't know who you are anymore."
Infidelity met with infidelity
Moving out, a lonely bachelor's apartment and too much time
Counseling, date nights, a lingering embrace
Remembering a life intertwined
The end is the beginning
About the Creator
Catsidhe
Pronounced Cat-she: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cat-s%C3%ACth
What can I say about myself?
A mystery wrapped in an enigma wrapped in a walking coffin
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Confessions of an Empath
The birds are chirping, and the sun is shining in a cloudless July sky. The vibrancy promises a beautiful day, but the cooing of the Mourning Dove perched on the powerlines seems to be more fitting than the lively songs of the robin flitting through the trees. The melancholic calls of the dove cloak the world in a sadness that hangs like tattered drapes.
By Alyssa Nicolea day ago in Confessions
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An inverse poem for Elizabeth Taylor & Richard Burton. Well done, Cat!