I look
Down at my hand
And the place where the silver
Ring once encircled the finger.
Token of the faith we

Once had
For each other.
Now there is only the scar,
That echoes the one that lies now
Forever in my heart.

Cruel
Mistress, you leave
Me bereft and alone, and
I dream between two mirrors that
Reflect you forever.

Craig Allen
© April 2010

04/16/2010

Author's Note: This is a multiple stanza pensee form. 2-4-7-8-6

Posted on 11/14/2011
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