Sonnet 369

Good bye my dear, I know you’ve found another,
And I will spare the awkwardness and pain
Of lovers true, now ever cleft asunder—
For words and tears can nothing further gain.
Your trunk lies packed and waiting by the door,
Please read the note that bids you leave the key;
No need to settle any further score,
All bonds are gone and spirits now set free;
What does it matter what was said or done,
Or who did what unto and when and where?
This love born out of truth is surely gone,
All hope lies razed, beyond a gods’ repair.
So bleeds two hearts that once blushed red with love,
Blanched in despair atonement cannot salve.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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