This was the first time
they had seen each other
in years – time had wrought
ironwork across their hearts,
locked and censored the feelings
she had abandoned at the door,
at his feet, when she had turned
and faced the biting wind.
He had changed little
and she was still as beautiful;
summer to autumn,
still vibrant and living.
But even though the bars
rattle and shake with their hands
the reunion I wish for,
two tables away, disappears
into the air the moment he sighs
and she says:
“You tried to be perfect
and I tried to be too perfect for you;
we loved each other and we lost it all.”
Photograph & poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019
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Great post 😊
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Thank you ☺️
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Wow! Great one..reunion in the prison. “Tried to be too perfect…” this line!!
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Technically this reunion was overheard in a restaurant 😉
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I wanted to say, I don’t know if you were going with this imagery..but I will say that’s the power of a strong writing. 👏🏻
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Thank you! It is always interesting to see how others interpret your work ☺️
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Beautifully captures that bitter sweet longing!
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Thank you so much ☺️
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Most welcome, it’s great writing
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