Courtesy: Pixabay
Courtesy: Pixabay
He penned heart words
written on her soul,
massaging the longing
trapped in loneliness.

He only ever eased worry
because his torment
and her ache
were much the same.

She was enthralled,
a love over distance,
then he was gone too soon,
an epitaph on her heart.

Too brief a chapter
for sharing words,
two separate souls
passing in time.

©November 2015, January 2023
Christina Anne Hawthorne

About Christina Anne Hawthorne

Alive and well in the Rocky Mountains. I'm a fantasy writer who also dabbles in poetry, short stories, and map making. My Ontyre tales are an alternative fantasy experience, the stories rich in mystery, adventure, and romance. Alternative fantasy? Not quite steampunk. Not quite gothic. In truth, the real magic is in those who discover what's within.
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