Lover’s Quarrel

Desire lit the fuse
but, anger hewn from his jealousy
spawned the final clash which
placed a fork in their roads
and she watched him drive away.

Now she sits frozen there
like wax
and, she will find
even time’s sand stands still
until the wounds have healed
from this manic affair.


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