Rites For Someone

She writes for someone who never was
He wishes she were the one he wishes she were,

Both hope for a place where dreams do not die
But in their heart of hearts they know it's a lie

To believe in love forever bright and true
Cold and lonely is the night that runs into

This tangled world of snarled dead ends is fraying
All those plans written in the sands delaying

An inevitable conclusion of chemistry and blood
May not be just precisely as what is understood

He waits still by his screen of open pages
Tomorrow was over yesterday takes ages

He wishes she were the one he wishes she were
She writes for s.o.m.e.o.n.e...



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-08-08 at 17:02

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