Last chance love.

We are two moths,
Dancing round a barely burning flame.
A breeze lost within a storm.
One drop of cold hard rain.
We are mystery and magic.
Sleight of hand and twist of fate.
We walk that line.
So slight so fine.
Dividing love from hate.

We are two shadows,
Lost inside the darkest night.
A leaf upon an autumn tree.
A fragile bird in flight.
We are solitude and sadness.
Past memories made from dust.
There’s you.
There’s me.
There’s misery.
In distance and mistrust.

Reviews

[Prince Bonsu]

I really love this! very well written... everything about this is just mwah!

[Anata]

Lovely metaphors in this one!
The imagery is raw, and it really grabs the reader.
Sadness throughout the entire piece, almost painful to read.

[Helen Woodward]

Well Sammy if that's your last chance at love you're in big trouble girl! And of course it's isn't the last chance (is this non-fiction?)
A beautifully structured piece of prose Sammy, as always. "Two shadows locked inside the darkest night." wonderful phrasing such as this all the way through, loved this very much for the sad, but all-too-often true message it carries...

[Bubo]

Such a sad piece and the last three lines were perfect. Can such love be fixed...........because
the underlying strenght is there.
You wrote with such raw imagary, and your sadness comes through in waves.

[Sarah S.]

this is so compelling and slightly eerie. i love the metaphors.