Friday, May 27, 2016

I Left My Heart at the Lake

He was there
Waiting for me
When we arrived.
His pale gray eyes sparkled
Contrasting warm and tanned skin.
My pale skin glowed in the sun
Contrasting dark flowing hair.
We arranged a rendezvous after dark
Behind the boathouse.
Exchanging hurried kisses
Inexperienced hands groping in the shadows.
He said that he loved me.
I gave him my heart.
He slipped and he fell.
I didn’t know he couldn’t swim
One hand reaching out for me
He sank into the depths.
I left my heart at the lake
Cold under the surface
My hollow chest silently aches, echoing with loss.

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