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| Photo courtesy from "Yeah Write" blog |
Why was traffic so heavy?
Everyone moving so slow
She squirmed in the driver's seat
She had someplace to go
An old friend from the past he is
An old love from school
Why did she agree to this?
Nervously grinning like a fool
He has a "Mrs."; she has an "other"
But the quickening in her heart
Could not be hidden under cover
They spoke and embraced
Time faded away
They couldn't believe after 20+ years
They were holding each other today
The story continues
Feelings can't be contained
For there is nothing to the joy
Of meeting again....
Carry On Tuesday phrase: the pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again
Beautifully expressed, I know that feeling well.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Keith. Thank goodness for joy, huh? :-)
DeleteUh oh - the Mrs. and the other might not be too happy about this joy!
ReplyDeleteRobyn, I threw my head back in laughter at your comment. I thought the SAME thing once I posted it. Maybe we'll get another cool phrase & I'll continue the story. Lol. Thank you for your kindness, always. :-)
Deleteinteresting...what will they do next? I like the way it flows and the way it takes hold of your mind...no matter what they do, you have created the best thing in writing...the desire to know what happens next.
ReplyDeleteThank you, gsb. I'm rather excited myself to see what happens next! Lol! Thanks for visiting.
DeleteLove! I think we all have an old friend like that.
ReplyDeleteI think so, Kendall. :-) Thanks for coming.
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