At the end of the affair, when all is lost, was won, when the final note is written when all has come undone. The longing and the passion converted now to envy, the embers now black charcoal of fires that once burned brightly. The guilt remains, it always seems, entwined with all the lies, anContinue reading “The End of the Affair. A poem.”
A poem about the misguided affairs of the heart. Swept up and swept away, never thinking about the real price you pay.