Stolen Moments

Sunset in Mist Lg

Sunset in Mist – photo by Wild Thing

Beautiful door
Only opened
As they arrived
For those
Stolen moments

No day
Would pass
They would meet
To talk … touch
Whisper of
Love and promise

Then . . .
Darkness came
He disappeared

Every day
She faithfully came
The door
Remained locked
She sat by the door . . . waited

She dreamed
Of the door
Always open
They were always
There . . . together

Each doing
Their own thing
Side by side
In happiness

Brushing past
Each other
With smiles
Sharing the day
Quiet nights
Passion filled

A dream
That will never
Come to be
And so, she waits
By the door

Wild Thing ©2017

Written for Prompt 2.15
Writing Rebels

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